Contentment pulls
Me back to slumber
Despair’s grip
Weakens
Anxiety lurks
Waiting to
Wreck havoc
Category: Poetry
If we loved beauty
Imagine if
We obsessed
Over beauty
With the
Same energy
We invest
Into rage
The draw of contentment
Laying upon sheets
Contentment flows within
The world’s demands
Speak oh so loudly
Eventually I must heed
This siren’s call
Alive
The electric dance
of nerves and muscles
senses alive
fully enhanced by
the now.
Order from Chaos
Order from chaos
A key part of what it means
To be a human
Oh, chaos stresses me so. A important struggle for me as I thrive in order. Systems are my goal, I guess. Or at least they’re my ally.
Why I’m Awake At 3:00 AM
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Night’s Growing Longer
As darkness creeps down
Cool air brings tranquility
Sun sets earlier
It’s getting darker earlier now. Fall approaches, with it impending change. School reboots, air cools, night’s grow longer.
Welcome to Wednesday
Welcome to today
At the middle of the week
Promise keeps growing
Ah, the middle of the week; bearing it’s challenges. May you continue to go forward, grow and expand in knowledge and wisdom.
Peace to you all, my friends.
Mistaken Identity?
I peek my head
Through the curtain
Suddenly people think
I’m the Star
Do you love women, or just vaginas?
For so many men
The claim they love women
Means they’re fond of vaginas
And they miss so very much
Of what it means to
Connect with others and
Understanding love
For a vagina
Is only a small piece
Of what it means
To be woman