Together, we dream apart. Different memories forced beyond recognition of space. Yet the urge to Overcome Overtakes, Overwhelms And soon I am swimming alone, Just like I was at the start of this endeavor, This transition of faith, This endless adventure.
Because I am, at times, over productive, I have a habit of starting multiple books around the same time. Also, hello. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been trying to rearrange my online life, simplifying it, and looking forward. I have a few projects I am working on currently and I will hopefully be able to rightfully put details on those here very soon. Back to the main point: Right now, I am in…
New poem. “Uninvolved” - for the “saviors” of the digital world.
For the
saviors of thedigital world.While not unbothered by
The issues of today,
I choose to remain
(In certain ways) uninvolved.
I have passions,
And problems
With the way things go,
The way things have been
For so many years.
But I do not respect
The attitude for change
That bears no action in,
Or beyond it.
Digital fingerprints,
Invisible,
Untouchable,
Uninterested;
It all baffles me.
The abi…
Let’s talk about those executive orders…
So, I have been studying the executive orders Trump signed for a while today and I think the wording in most publications is taken directly from one source that loves legal jargon and phrasing that doesn’t tell what the policies are really about. I have broken them down as best as I can and please let me know if there are any facts (you know, the non-alternative kind) I messed up or missed. I…
My photos from the Women’s March on Saturday
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Well, I’m back at it again:
Real life.
No, it’s not this job,
It isn’t anything really
Related to bettering myself
As a human being.
It’s the emotional side
That bugs me the most,
The ridiculous,
Underhanded relationships
I have built.
I am tired
Of trying so hard
To impress,
To implore.
Do you know what it’s like
To adore
Anyone
Who chooses
Not to appreciate
The gifts,
And the talents
You have…
Remember when
I told you
That I cried?
I lied.
I only screamed
On the inside.
Sometimes
I think that I am crazy
When I let myself be blamed
For your misfortunes.
Is it my fault
I am never happy?
Is it really me that’s at fault?
Perhaps it is,
And I am just as confused
As I am unaware
Of how my decisions,
And my acts of forgiveness,
Define who I am
As a human.
I try to perfect
How I look for you.
I tousle my hair,
And make sure
That the crease in my forehead
Is not so predominately there.
I try to look unstressed,
As if nothing
Disturbs me.
But I suppose you understand,
For we all do the same.
When in the dark,
I try to close my eyes,
But sadly, nothing works.
I’ve never bothered
Counting sheep,
Because, well,
Why bother?
Repetitive, no?
Well, let me guess:
You came here
For a reason,
A reason I cannot
Explain,
Or dare to
Venture further.
I do apologize
For all of
My misconceptions,
All of the lies I’ve hidden
in
These awful,
Mute deceptions.
