Sometimes breathing is part of it. It starts every movement, it supplies every muscle, stretches and fuels, and--once in a while--pulls the rivers in the opposite direction.
Category: Random Poetry
Learning Curve
Learning to acceptLearning to liveLearning to understandthe diamond buried barren
Endless Determination
What happens when the vines close?What happens when the rain showers dark?What happens when an avalanche covers?What happens when you fall from high?What happens when you fail?Sometimes it gets close, but finding that last glimmer--at the bottom of the leaves, the debris--I brush the dirt off and start climbing again,Because the choice to give up …
Motivation
One day at a time, one day at a time--Where do you begin?Where do you end?One day at a time, one story at a time--It's a journey, it's a marathon--One day at a time--
A dripping thought
An offense. A challenge. A force. A torrent. A change.A death. A farce. A stillness. A drought. A silent cub. A perfect moment between the words.
The Madness that Spores
the moon turned off, everything disappeared, dashed awayBy bleeding purple, nothing remained, nothing in the storesNo skeletons in the car, no clothes dropped, no puncture woundsNo dead. Just vanished. the world stopped turning, everything froze, bone dust coveredEverything in snow, the red mist drenched, the trees leftWith no oxygen to breathe, no roots to plant, …
Fight for the Right to be Happy
A moment to breathe. The pause between the waves of wind, the sky rippling in responseA bland moment in a pool, being pulled through the steam, enjoying the time.A falling, grand moment after being thrown from the moon. To sail to the smudged blueA moment to find perspective. To define happiness, an empty silo taken …
Locked
I'm slow. So slow. No beat. No sound. A brand, ground into a rotten truck. Slow through the reeds, each brushWaving through bloody tips,No skin, so slow, every step pain,A blotchy stain, gained from the Popper. To the truck, open the door, Slow to search, and flash the engine,To go slow, still slow. No roundTrip …
A Poem for Friday
A pocket deep underground. With unlimited air,A bubble at the bottom of the trench, dancing on a Bed of salt, on a vent of heatA single bolt of lightning. A wave separated from,An oceanA living byte, trying alongside the gum,A single atom. A death-like poetry, a murder-like squallA single long strand floating against a wall,Falling, …
A Way Everything Away
A black whip,In the mind, taking everything away.A black sludge,Around the body, eating everything away.A white spot,In the heart, beating everything away.A white slime,Around the brain, drowning everything away. A black weight,In the stomach, emptying everything away.A black shadow, Trying to waste everything away. A fight, a void, a pushTo survive everything away. Letting the …
Just Buckle Down 