Tag: original prose

there is a quiet in my head

a silence built
on many years spent
trying to block out the noise

there is a quiet in my head

it is the silence of light
with nowhere
to go

“do you ever do that anymore”? she asked
do what?
you know, catch fireflies
no, I don’t
why not?
I realized that light
is not for me to extinguish.
I got tired of worrying
about the cumulative effect
on the souls in the forest.
without light
they would not find their way
back.
I got tired of worrying.
I accepted what I was responsible for.
don’t know how that helps.
maybe, someday I’ll find out.
maybe, someday
when someone extinguishes
my soul light
I’ll find my way
into dismay

gears of Summer turning
into Autumn burning
your way
into my heart
reflecting on all
the moments in time
we have spent apart

peeps can b strange
don’t think I haven’t
noticed
no point
in calling out
the obvious
like
calling a tree
a
tree

I’m sure
there r
strange
trees

I knew that
all along

it was the realization
I was awaiting

then it became
very clear

I read it nowhere
I heard it nowhere
I felt it nowhere

it was in me
all along

hidden in strands
of coded DNA

but, somehow
it still doesn’t matter
does it

I will take it with me
when I go

and you will never know

there is only so long
one can hold on.
for your strength
is only as good
as that which
you are holding
on to
and is in direct
proportion
to that which
wants to
be
held

what becomes
of time devoted
to pursuits of
selfish means

it serves to enrich
the guilt bank

overflowing
with erroneous
perceptions
and unreconciled
beliefs that

worm their way
into spaces
thought
vacant

in a state of temporary
impermanence
on the journey to
the next minute
that has infinite
possibilities
but only one
finality
what would happen
if you touched me?

loneliness has a sound
all its own
unique
distinct
clearly recognizable
by those
who have felt
its embrace