get all poems workin, get semantic search workin, get thoughts section working
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<script lang="ts">
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<script lang="ts">
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import { searchResults } from '$lib/store';
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import { searchResults } from '$lib/store';
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import type { SearchResult } from '$lib/utils/search';
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import type { SearchResult } from '$lib/utils/search';
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import { onMount } from 'svelte';
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let results: SearchResult[] = [];
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let results: SearchResult[] = [];
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.map((word) => word.charAt(0).toUpperCase() + word.slice(1))
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.map((word) => word.charAt(0).toUpperCase() + word.slice(1))
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.join(' ');
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.join(' ');
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}
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}
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onMount(() => {
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searchResults.set([]);
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});
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</script>
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</script>
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{#if results.length > 0}
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{#if results.length > 0}
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{#each results as result}
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{#each results as result}
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<li class="py-4">
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<li class="py-4">
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<h3 class="pb-1">
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<h3 class="pb-1">
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<a class="link" href="/poetry/{result.poem.id}">{slugToTitle(result.poem.id)}</a>
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<a class="link" href={`/poetry/${result.poem.id}`}>{slugToTitle(result.poem.id)}</a>
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<p class="text-sm">(Relevance: {(result.similarity * 100).toFixed(3)})%</p>
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<p class="text-sm">(Relevance: {(result.similarity * 100).toFixed(3)}%)</p>
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</h3>
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</h3>
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</li>
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</li>
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{/each}
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{/each}
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<script context="module">
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<script context="module">
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import { onMount } from 'svelte';
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import Headline from './poetry/h1.svelte';
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import Headline from './poetry/h1.svelte';
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import p from './poetry/p.svelte';
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import p from './poetry/p.svelte';
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export { Headline as h1, p };
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export { Headline as h1, p };
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<script context="module">
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import Headline from './thoughts/h1.svelte';
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import p from './thoughts/p.svelte';
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export { Headline as h1, p };
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</script>
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<script lang="ts">
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export let title;
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export let date;
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export let categories;
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export let tags;
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export let year;
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export let layout;
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</script>
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<main>
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<slot />
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</main>
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date: string;
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date: string;
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content: string;
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content: string;
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categories?: string[];
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categories?: string[];
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section?: SectionKey;
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draft?: boolean;
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}
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}
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export interface Section {
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export interface Section {
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section: SectionKey,
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section: SectionKey,
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limit: number,
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limit: number,
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offset: number
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offset: number
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): Promise<{posts: Post[], total: number}> => {
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): Promise<{ posts: Post[]; total: number }> => {
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let posts: Record<string, () => Promise<unknown>>;
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let posts: Record<string, () => Promise<unknown>>;
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switch (section) {
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switch (section) {
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case 'poetry':
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case 'poetry':
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posts = import.meta.glob('/src/routes/(app)/projects/posts/*.md');
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posts = import.meta.glob('/src/routes/(app)/projects/posts/*.md');
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break;
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break;
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case 'thoughts':
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case 'thoughts':
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posts = import.meta.glob('/src/routes/(app)/thoughts/posts/*.md');
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posts = import.meta.glob('/src/posts/thoughts/*.md');
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console.log(posts);
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break;
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break;
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default:
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default:
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throw new Error('Could not find this section');
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throw new Error('Could not find this section');
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}
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}
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const iterablePostFiles = Object.entries(posts);
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const iterablePostFiles = Object.entries(posts);
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const postsWithErrors: string[] = [];
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const allPosts = await Promise.all(
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const allPosts = await Promise.all(
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iterablePostFiles.map(async ([path, resolver]) => {
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iterablePostFiles.map(async ([path, resolver]) => {
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try {
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const data = await resolver();
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const data = await resolver();
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if (isData(data)) {
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if (isData(data)) {
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if (data.metadata.draft) {
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return undefined;
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}
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const { metadata } = data;
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const { metadata } = data;
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const postPath = path.slice(11, -3);
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const postPath = path.slice(11, -3);
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return {
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return {
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meta: { ...metadata, section: section },
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meta: { ...metadata },
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path: postPath
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path: postPath
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};
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};
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} else {
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} else {
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throw new Error('Could not properly parse this post');
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console.error('Could not properly parse this post');
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postsWithErrors.push(path);
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}
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} catch (error) {
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console.error(`Error parsing post at ${path}: ${error}`);
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postsWithErrors.push(path);
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}
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}
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})
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})
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);
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);
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const sortedPosts = allPosts.sort((a, b) => new Date(a.meta.date).getTime() - new Date(b.meta.date).getTime() );
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console.log('Files that could not be properly parsed:', postsWithErrors);
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const sortedPosts: Post[] = allPosts
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.filter((post): post is Post => post !== undefined)
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.sort(
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(b, a) => new Date(a?.meta.date || '').getTime() - new Date(b?.meta.date || '').getTime()
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);
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const paginatedPosts = sortedPosts.slice(offset, offset + limit);
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const paginatedPosts = sortedPosts.slice(offset, offset + limit);
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return {posts: paginatedPosts, total: allPosts.length};
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return { posts: paginatedPosts, total: allPosts.length };
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};
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};
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<h1 class="poetry-headline">
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<slot></slot>
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</h1>
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<p class="whitespace-pre-wrap">
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<slot></slot>
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</p>
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---
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2014-01-10 00:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Humor
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title: Afternoon
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layout: poetry
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---
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I spent three quarters
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On a whole cookie
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To hear its half-baked
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Two cents.
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2018-03-10 00:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Friendship
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- Toxic
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title: Asphyxiate
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layout: poetry
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---
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I stopped myself
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To take a breather,
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But I took it far too late.
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My reluctant lungs
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Could hardly handle
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The second-hand sadness
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Yours create.
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Each blessing that falls
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Into your hand
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Soon meets its match
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And asphyxiates.
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2019-12-11 12:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Instrospective
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title: Atmospheres
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layout: poetry
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---
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Your soul walks the plank
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Once your journey begins.
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It first could only sink,
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But soon learned to swim.
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You picked up the pace
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At the sight of life's fins,
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Headlong and headstrong
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Until your head spins.
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Your childhood caught up
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To remind you
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Your soul sunk
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While you were younger.
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The atmosphere was heavy already,
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But now the pressure's compounded.
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The soul remembers
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We need others
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2017-08-10 00:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Nostalgia
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- Doubt
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- Smoking
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title: Bad Behavior
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Do you happen to have
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tags:
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title: Booming Voice
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layout: poetry
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Silent explosions amidst the stars.
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title: Catch Up
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God and I locked eyes,
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The ulterior motive for my wicked heart to draw near.
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Who's changing my heart 'til we hold staring contests for fun.
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Have you a fear of the dark
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As I have of the light?
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I'm afraid of what tomorrow
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A new skeleton is forged,
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I can tell by your withering leaves
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You have overextended
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To give wind its due chase,
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date: 2021-03-16 08:00:00 +0000
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title: Contingency
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Told at a young age
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That you're totally
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Depraved,
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To receive
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Eternity.
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O, hallelujah,
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You hypochondriac.
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O, hippocampus,
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Remember what you lack.
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Told at a young age
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You'll be called up
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On stage.
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If you don't like your task,
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Just ask that this cup
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Might pass.
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O, Adonai,
|
||||||
|
Save the spotlight for me.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
On you, we rely
|
||||||
|
To believe we're worthy.
|
|
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|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-04-15 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Love
|
||||||
|
- Consciousness
|
||||||
|
title: Daydreaming Thomas
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I sort of spaced out
|
||||||
|
Into an ethereal dream
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
While she fell back
|
||||||
|
Into her usual routine
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Of noticing
|
||||||
|
Amidst the material
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
That
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Which my eyes have never seen.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She ponders for a bit in confusion
|
||||||
|
The possible reasons for my doubt,
|
||||||
|
But it's the subject of possibility
|
||||||
|
The inexplicable mind can't figure out
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
As I soar above the tops of buildings
|
||||||
|
And dive into the Atlantic ocean
|
||||||
|
With uncanny buoyancy I believed
|
||||||
|
As just another preconceived notion
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Until I cast that fact
|
||||||
|
Into the back
|
||||||
|
Of the recycle bin
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
After I break
|
||||||
|
The REM cycle
|
||||||
|
And consciousness
|
||||||
|
clocks back in.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
And still you ask
|
||||||
|
Why I've yet
|
||||||
|
To fall in love again?
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-05-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Doubt
|
||||||
|
- Atrophy
|
||||||
|
title: Despondent
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The holy spirit
|
||||||
|
Filled your lungs
|
||||||
|
At one point.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now it’s either
|
||||||
|
American
|
||||||
|
Or rolled joints.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-24 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Religion
|
||||||
|
title: Down
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I wish that you were down like me.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To both clown around
|
||||||
|
And fall apart at the seams.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To take life by the horns
|
||||||
|
As you shout "C'est la vie!"
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To melt in its fire
|
||||||
|
Then break the mold as you leave.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To cut through the crap
|
||||||
|
To see if the world bleeds
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
And once we find it doesn't,
|
||||||
|
Figure out how it still stings.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2011-01-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Dreams
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Dreams Spill
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When you wake up,
|
||||||
|
Be sure to lay still
|
||||||
|
Lest your dreams spill
|
||||||
|
Out like a cup
|
||||||
|
From a drink offering.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,25 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-09-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
- Silence
|
||||||
|
title: Elephants
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Silence speaks louder than words
|
||||||
|
At a decibel too loud to be heard
|
||||||
|
As an abrupt disruption of nothin'
|
||||||
|
For our conversation consumption.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Its presence is chilling
|
||||||
|
And instant buzz-killing
|
||||||
|
Yet still we act
|
||||||
|
As if it's not there.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Our tongues are untied
|
||||||
|
As the silence subsides
|
||||||
|
Yet still its message
|
||||||
|
Hangs heavy in the air.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,34 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-15 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: Enmity Amnesiac
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Don't worry!
|
||||||
|
I've got your back.
|
||||||
|
I'm an enmity
|
||||||
|
Amnesiac.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Each stab of yours
|
||||||
|
Only lowers my standards;
|
||||||
|
You can't trust a kid
|
||||||
|
To mind their manners.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Until I found my standards
|
||||||
|
Couldn't go any lower.
|
||||||
|
The thermometer couldn't measure
|
||||||
|
The sheer coldness of your shoulder.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Your rain turns into sleet
|
||||||
|
Each time you protest my parade
|
||||||
|
By singing along to hate speech
|
||||||
|
And calling it a serenade.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You'll still find in me forgiveness;
|
||||||
|
You'll only lack a lot of trust.
|
||||||
|
I believe in endless second chances
|
||||||
|
To break the chains of the unjust.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,46 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-01 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
title: Fear And Trembling
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Where did you go?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I was told to follow, and so I followed,
|
||||||
|
But now it seems that I'm all alone.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Our footsteps have been washed away.
|
||||||
|
Leaving me without proof, or a path back home.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I looked away for just one moment,
|
||||||
|
Which is all it took for you to disappear.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Were you just an imaginary friend
|
||||||
|
Whom I outgrew over the years?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You had my back.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But maybe you were only
|
||||||
|
Fulfilling a maintenance request.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Because a wall was built.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It does its job, and you've done yours,
|
||||||
|
So now the carpenter has left.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Are you a social psychosis
|
||||||
|
Which we invent
|
||||||
|
In our times of need?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
A necessary neurosis
|
||||||
|
In order to cope with
|
||||||
|
The imperfect lives we lead?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Even now,
|
||||||
|
While I shiver as the air thins and grows colder,
|
||||||
|
I swear,
|
||||||
|
I can feel your hand now resting on my shoulder.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-01-15 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Lies
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: Fool Yourself
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You knew that they were joking,
|
||||||
|
But over time, the lies took root.
|
||||||
|
It's a belief you couldn't shake
|
||||||
|
Without their "fate" becoming Truth.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You are as they say,
|
||||||
|
And they've said quite a lot.
|
||||||
|
The more you fight against it,
|
||||||
|
The more that must be fought.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,13 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-04-28 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Love
|
||||||
|
- Humor
|
||||||
|
title: Foolish Heart
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
How redundant.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,35 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-04-29 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: Fraudulent Charges
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
His fear of the unforeseen arose,
|
||||||
|
Which he thought t'was vanquished long ago.
|
||||||
|
Alas,
|
||||||
|
He found his faith in illusion:
|
||||||
|
A financial foundation
|
||||||
|
To cope with confusion.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Words and the wind
|
||||||
|
Could now freely hold sway
|
||||||
|
With the worst of his worries
|
||||||
|
The most willing to stay:
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
"Worthless are you,
|
||||||
|
Workaholic Anonymous!
|
||||||
|
Heartless are you
|
||||||
|
To become autonomous!"
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
They raged until
|
||||||
|
He raised himself
|
||||||
|
Back up from the ground.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
"I hear you, wind.
|
||||||
|
I hear you, words."
|
||||||
|
Until he heard
|
||||||
|
Only sound.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-01-21 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Worry
|
||||||
|
title: Get A Grip
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The future doesn't need me yet,
|
||||||
|
yet,
|
||||||
|
Yet I wish I was there now,
|
||||||
|
now,
|
||||||
|
Now the past will not forget,
|
||||||
|
get,
|
||||||
|
Get a grip if you know how,
|
||||||
|
How,
|
||||||
|
How?
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-04-19 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christian
|
||||||
|
title: Good Lord, Good Friday
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The priests cried, "Prophesy!"
|
||||||
|
After Jesus confessed his plan.
|
||||||
|
"Who gave this man the right
|
||||||
|
To sit at God’s right hand?"
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The crowd cried, "Crucify!"
|
||||||
|
After Pilate met the King of Jews.
|
||||||
|
"What has this man done
|
||||||
|
To deserve such abuse?"
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-02-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
- Terror
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 12
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It still trickles down
|
||||||
|
Long after the winds swept through.
|
||||||
|
Tears outlive terror.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-06-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 13
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When you tell a lie,
|
||||||
|
You tell the truth about you
|
||||||
|
And your character.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-02-05 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Walking
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 14
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
He walks a long ways.
|
||||||
|
He would have ran, but running
|
||||||
|
Is conspicuous.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2012-02-22 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
- Wind
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 3
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We're in a hurry.
|
||||||
|
Now by watching us humans,
|
||||||
|
The cold wind is too.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2013-03-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
- Humor
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 4
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I wish I could draw.
|
||||||
|
Picture's worth a thousand words;
|
||||||
|
This has just fourteen.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-09-26 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
- Silence
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 7
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You may interchange
|
||||||
|
My middle name with either
|
||||||
|
Silence or solace
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-09-26 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Haiku
|
||||||
|
- Humor
|
||||||
|
- Grounds
|
||||||
|
- Covenant
|
||||||
|
title: Haiku 8
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It is all folly!
|
||||||
|
The grass withers, flowers fade,
|
||||||
|
But the weeds still grow.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,51 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-05-15 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Love
|
||||||
|
- Friendship
|
||||||
|
- Covenant
|
||||||
|
- Nostalgia
|
||||||
|
title: Homie
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
After we had passed around our time
|
||||||
|
Like a handout from a middle school teacher
|
||||||
|
Which left us as curiously disinterested
|
||||||
|
As the typical middle school kid-creature,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I had begun to realize we all had fun
|
||||||
|
While I analyzed the past
|
||||||
|
That I hold beneath my beanie.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
With the help of Aladdin's nameless genie,
|
||||||
|
Tupac, and the also-immortal Houdini,
|
||||||
|
I relived the photos we claim
|
||||||
|
Frame us as fresh as a French Martini.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
And if you don't believe me,
|
||||||
|
Well, I'd be quite surprised,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Considering the retina-rays,
|
||||||
|
Which flashed such a look
|
||||||
|
From behind your eyes
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To broadcast the current thought
|
||||||
|
That's now crossing your mind
|
||||||
|
Which you'd otherwise only tell
|
||||||
|
To your roommate, pet, and/or the Lord divine.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You remember the fun we had, too.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Well, besides the homework, and exams,
|
||||||
|
And the whole "Hell freezing over"
|
||||||
|
Which couldn't stop our professor's plans
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To take down our GPA's
|
||||||
|
And No-School snow days.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Comradery through common enemy.
|
||||||
|
Tomfoolery as tedium's remedy.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-11-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: How To Learn
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Knowledge is a splatter of color
|
||||||
|
Across the canvas of your brain
|
||||||
|
To gradually form a masterpiece
|
||||||
|
With every splatter you gain.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But these splats are not simply skills and facts,
|
||||||
|
Else you're left with but reds and blues.
|
||||||
|
For hidden within every facet of life,
|
||||||
|
Will you find colors of every shade and hue.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But an expansive canvas is required
|
||||||
|
If you're to create a work of art.
|
||||||
|
For only to those with a humble mind
|
||||||
|
Will life have knowledge to impart.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Look at matters from a new perspective,
|
||||||
|
See the colors others have to show.
|
||||||
|
Close up not your mind to wisdom;
|
||||||
|
It's hard to learn if you think you know.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-05-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: How To Tell A Good Joke
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If you promise not to tell, I have heard a good rumor:
|
||||||
|
Wisdom walks hand in hand with good humor.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If you're sworn to secrecy, then let it be known:
|
||||||
|
Let not a word spoken compel nature to groan.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If words of wisdom you believe you can afford,
|
||||||
|
Then lend me your ear: Your tongue is a sword.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If your lips are sealed, then read from this scroll:
|
||||||
|
What comes out of your mouth reveals your soul.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,45 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2013-04-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: Ill With Want
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I could travel across the land
|
||||||
|
Searching far and wide,
|
||||||
|
But the grass will still seem greener
|
||||||
|
On the other side.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I could be surrounded by people who love me
|
||||||
|
Yet still feel I don't belong.
|
||||||
|
I could think I'm a terrible person
|
||||||
|
Despite how often told I'm wrong.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I could accomplish several amazing feats
|
||||||
|
Yet still believe I'm inadequate.
|
||||||
|
I could try my best to be nice
|
||||||
|
Yet still remain the Devil's Advocate.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I could conquer all of Earth
|
||||||
|
Yet still wish for Jupiter and Mars.
|
||||||
|
I could conquer the milky way
|
||||||
|
Yet still wish upon other stars.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Cause there's an endless wave of want in the air
|
||||||
|
So what I want I can never obtain.
|
||||||
|
Every attempt leaves a feeling of despair
|
||||||
|
As I'm reminded of my ball and chain.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
They say that Jesus is the answer
|
||||||
|
And I know that I am God's child.
|
||||||
|
Why, then, during my best days
|
||||||
|
Can I sometimes find no reason to smile?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This is the impossible riddle of Life
|
||||||
|
That happens to plague all of our minds.
|
||||||
|
There is no answer that will suffice
|
||||||
|
Until we're in heaven, body and mind refined.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,32 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-03-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Clever
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
title: In Retrospect
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Countless information's unaccounted for
|
||||||
|
The second the moment has passed.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The details you do retain are blurred
|
||||||
|
And the retention itself won't last.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The data chosen to be collected
|
||||||
|
Is picked by your values and beliefs.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Who's to know
|
||||||
|
If the changed past guarantees
|
||||||
|
The desired outcome's
|
||||||
|
Probability to increase?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
(And what of
|
||||||
|
The endless repercussions it's released?)
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
In essence,
|
||||||
|
To put it bluntly,
|
||||||
|
Hindsight
|
||||||
|
Is not 20/20.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-07-08 16:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Inept
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You can call it unfair.
|
||||||
|
Is that your final decision?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Inaction is still an act
|
||||||
|
Oft' deserving derision.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You can say it's no use.
|
||||||
|
Is that all you can teach?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The complacent are useful
|
||||||
|
To their ongoing siege.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-10-29 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: Inner Peace
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
What's the point of looking forward
|
||||||
|
If the future crumbles upon arrival?
|
||||||
|
There's no such thing as heartache;
|
||||||
|
The mind creates it for survival.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Once you dash your expectations,
|
||||||
|
You'll be untethered from the lie
|
||||||
|
That your inner peace depends upon
|
||||||
|
The fleeting forces from outside.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,39 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-02-23 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Worry
|
||||||
|
title: Inside Insight
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I pine not
|
||||||
|
For grass or trees.
|
||||||
|
This pane of glass
|
||||||
|
Looks fine to me.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Ever present
|
||||||
|
Is every present
|
||||||
|
Presented as the moments pass.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Where last is first
|
||||||
|
And first to class.
|
||||||
|
First to thirst
|
||||||
|
For half-full glass.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Fully free
|
||||||
|
To see worry
|
||||||
|
As irrational
|
||||||
|
Impossibility.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the soul you hold
|
||||||
|
Can be sold for gold;
|
||||||
|
You otherwise can't lose control.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Might lose a limb.
|
||||||
|
Might lose a friend.
|
||||||
|
Might loss matter
|
||||||
|
When your matters end?
|
|
@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Neuroscience
|
- Neuroscience
|
||||||
- Wisdom
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
title: Judge Judy
|
title: Judge Judy
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
With each passing moment,
|
With each passing moment,
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,36 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2021-10-19 15:30:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- realtalk
|
||||||
|
- advice
|
||||||
|
- relationships
|
||||||
|
title: Jungle Ghosts
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You claimed to keep us
|
||||||
|
In your heart.
|
||||||
|
Are you surprised
|
||||||
|
To find it scarred?
|
||||||
|
What better way
|
||||||
|
To leave our mark?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For our hearts were shattered,
|
||||||
|
You natural disaster,
|
||||||
|
In your endless search
|
||||||
|
For the greenest pasture.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Learn to tend the fields
|
||||||
|
Already in your care.
|
||||||
|
It takes some time to yield
|
||||||
|
The produce growing there.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The city will sustain you
|
||||||
|
Wherever you may roam,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But what wonders
|
||||||
|
Will you build
|
||||||
|
Without a place
|
||||||
|
To call your home?
|
|
@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Chess
|
- Chess
|
||||||
- Lessons
|
- Lessons
|
||||||
title: King's Pin
|
title: King's Pin
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
You placed my king
|
You placed my king
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -5,6 +5,7 @@ date: 2014-10-27 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
tags:
|
tags:
|
||||||
- Humor
|
- Humor
|
||||||
title: Klepto Couches
|
title: Klepto Couches
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
My home houses countless couches.
|
My home houses countless couches.
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-09-20 16:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Neighbors
|
||||||
|
- Shame
|
||||||
|
title: Lawncare
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The neighbors watched
|
||||||
|
Our grass grow
|
||||||
|
As they gossiped about
|
||||||
|
Us riffraff.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We tried our best
|
||||||
|
To lay low,
|
||||||
|
But still felt the scorn
|
||||||
|
In each laugh.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Even our own
|
||||||
|
Brought a sense of shame
|
||||||
|
With no one to blame
|
||||||
|
On our behalf.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Parsimony
|
||||||
|
Parts the lonely
|
||||||
|
Until one has
|
||||||
|
The last half.
|
|
@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Grounds
|
- Grounds
|
||||||
- Covenant
|
- Covenant
|
||||||
title: Leafblower
|
title: Leafblower
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
You're the girl sitting on the park bench.
|
You're the girl sitting on the park bench.
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,20 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-07-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Short
|
||||||
|
title: Looking Good
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When things
|
||||||
|
Are looking good,
|
||||||
|
You tend
|
||||||
|
To your mirror.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But the clarity
|
||||||
|
You seek,
|
||||||
|
You'll find
|
||||||
|
To be inferior.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,49 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-10-16 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Life
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Loose Change
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You've gotta stay loose
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Like change
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Before you're torn
|
||||||
|
When the goods exchange
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the better
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the worse.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
To be used
|
||||||
|
To the best
|
||||||
|
Is a curse.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This might not make sense
|
||||||
|
Or cents
|
||||||
|
Or millions,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But hindsight's a pretense
|
||||||
|
At the expense
|
||||||
|
Of resilience.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Take the tumble
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For the worst
|
||||||
|
Is much better
|
||||||
|
Than whatever
|
||||||
|
Your temptors
|
||||||
|
Purport.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I can change
|
||||||
|
Thanks to change.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Otherwise,
|
||||||
|
Remain
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
And sell short.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,49 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-11-02 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
title: Lost Connection
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We live
|
||||||
|
Well enough alone,
|
||||||
|
So we left ourselves
|
||||||
|
Alone.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Our words
|
||||||
|
Might suggest otherwise,
|
||||||
|
But our actions
|
||||||
|
Are what's shown.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We share
|
||||||
|
Electromagnetic waves
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But it might take
|
||||||
|
A million years
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For massless particles
|
||||||
|
At the speed-of-light
|
||||||
|
To connect us to our peers.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We curse
|
||||||
|
Our WiFi connection
|
||||||
|
The moment
|
||||||
|
We lose reception,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But it takes some time,
|
||||||
|
And a few Doing Fine's
|
||||||
|
Before loneliness
|
||||||
|
Gets your attention.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We cognitively
|
||||||
|
Know this well,
|
||||||
|
Yet our bodies
|
||||||
|
Still cannot tell.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The modern man
|
||||||
|
In a tribeless land;
|
||||||
|
Evolution
|
||||||
|
Is confused as hell.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,24 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-06-22 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Make Your Move
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Men are meant to move
|
||||||
|
Lest we wither and waste away
|
||||||
|
As we wade out in the ocean
|
||||||
|
In need of a crescent wave.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If you refuse to be moved,
|
||||||
|
You will sink like a stone.
|
||||||
|
But if you catch a wave,
|
||||||
|
You'll see you're not alone.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For we are all mostly water,
|
||||||
|
Each cell gasping for fresh air.
|
||||||
|
So why not splash into a wave?
|
||||||
|
We are waiting for you there.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-06-20 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Love
|
||||||
|
title: Makeup
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I'm not too good with faces,
|
||||||
|
But I've faced you for so long.
|
||||||
|
I know when your hair changes
|
||||||
|
And how much makeup you've put on.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When we're under too much pressure,
|
||||||
|
We protect each other from harm.
|
||||||
|
For our bond will never sever
|
||||||
|
As we weather each other's storm.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-13 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Religion
|
||||||
|
title: Mental
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Mistakes are meant to be made
|
||||||
|
And mended.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Miracles mistake the mundane
|
||||||
|
For transcendence.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Brains were built to buffer
|
||||||
|
The sadness
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Until it makes up miracles
|
||||||
|
From madness.
|
|
@ -5,6 +5,7 @@ date: 2019-10-26 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
tags:
|
tags:
|
||||||
- Wisdom
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
title: Of Molecules And Men
|
title: Of Molecules And Men
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
May we lose
|
May we lose
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Grounds
|
- Grounds
|
||||||
- Covenant
|
- Covenant
|
||||||
title: Monday Morning Shift
|
title: Monday Morning Shift
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
These plants look beautiful, but not at this location.
|
These plants look beautiful, but not at this location.
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -7,6 +7,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Worry
|
- Worry
|
||||||
- Self-conscious
|
- Self-conscious
|
||||||
title: Morning Commute
|
title: Morning Commute
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
A few minutes into my morning commute
|
A few minutes into my morning commute
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,23 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-06-16 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
title: Mother Mary (John 2:5)
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
O, mother Mary,
|
||||||
|
Is your heart full of regret?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You let him know
|
||||||
|
The wine's run out,
|
||||||
|
But his time's not come just yet.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Or, mother Mary,
|
||||||
|
Is your heart now full of joy?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
"He let me know
|
||||||
|
What will be done,
|
||||||
|
So servants, obey my boy."
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-04-21 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Self-conscious
|
||||||
|
title: Nervous City
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You peered into my presence
|
||||||
|
Without my permission.
|
||||||
|
I happened to take notice,
|
||||||
|
Which gives form to superstition.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now my thoughts follow laws
|
||||||
|
That only I can enforce;
|
||||||
|
If you continue to trespass,
|
||||||
|
I'll steer you back on course.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,29 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2012-03-15 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- School
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: New Student
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Please present yourself to the class
|
||||||
|
By sharing none of your secret past
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Tell us your residence, your aspirations,
|
||||||
|
Your chosen major's concentration,
|
||||||
|
And maybe some more background knowledge
|
||||||
|
As to why you're attending this specific college.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But anything more is unnecessary
|
||||||
|
I mean, who cares your birthday's in February?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We learn not by the things you say
|
||||||
|
But by the image you portray
|
||||||
|
From the way you walk, talk, and stare
|
||||||
|
And the ridiculous length of your untamed hair
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Learning any more is unnecessary
|
||||||
|
Learning any more is a little too scary
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,29 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-01-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: New Year's Retribution
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Our past predicts how prone we are
|
||||||
|
To repeat our mistakes in the present.
|
||||||
|
New Year resolutions are made
|
||||||
|
To prove ourselves convalescent.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Never again shall we regress
|
||||||
|
Back to our frail and Fallen state.
|
||||||
|
Instead, transform into super humans
|
||||||
|
Gaining skills and losing weight.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Only then will we be pleased
|
||||||
|
With who we see in the mirror.
|
||||||
|
On the contrary, oft' we find
|
||||||
|
What harms us, we hold dearer.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
And so the cycle repeats itself
|
||||||
|
As our resolutions are broken.
|
||||||
|
Still, I vow to write more next year
|
||||||
|
Despite what has just been spoken!
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,29 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-08-10 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: Nonsilent Violence
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When you speak,
|
||||||
|
Our ears must listen,
|
||||||
|
Whether or not
|
||||||
|
Our mind attends.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Your vocal cords
|
||||||
|
Disturb the air
|
||||||
|
Which strike more drums
|
||||||
|
Than you might intend.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
So I walked away
|
||||||
|
In search of Quiet,
|
||||||
|
But my mind was troubled
|
||||||
|
By the sounds it made.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I echoed them
|
||||||
|
Into the air
|
||||||
|
And saw each branch
|
||||||
|
Throwing their shade.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-01-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Note To Self
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Take a few bets
|
||||||
|
That can't be won.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Accomplish a task
|
||||||
|
That can't be done.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Face the fears
|
||||||
|
That can't be outrun.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Be a guiding light
|
||||||
|
When we've lost sight
|
||||||
|
Of the sun.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,22 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-06-28 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Faith
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
- Friendship
|
||||||
|
title: Nothing To Lose
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You can't be let go
|
||||||
|
Once you've clung to the truth.
|
||||||
|
With your treasures in heaven,
|
||||||
|
You've got nothing to lose.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Now free to live out your life
|
||||||
|
With nothing to prove
|
||||||
|
Save for the love in your heart
|
||||||
|
You long to share with your crew.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-12 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: One of Six (or Sick of Six)
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Every now and then, I detach
|
||||||
|
From the talking and the laughing.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
My skull splits in two
|
||||||
|
So that my right hemisphere
|
||||||
|
Can peer into the left:
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It finds my younger self, sobbing,
|
||||||
|
For he cannot speak up
|
||||||
|
And air his grievances
|
||||||
|
Lest he inconveniences
|
||||||
|
A heavily burdened family.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The grief drips down his bronchial tubes
|
||||||
|
And festers.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
We thought we would grow out of it.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But the grief grew
|
||||||
|
As we watched its roots wrap around our ribs.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-08-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Fiction
|
||||||
|
- Story
|
||||||
|
- Mystery
|
||||||
|
title: Original Intent
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The author read
|
||||||
|
The words she wrote
|
||||||
|
And swore each word
|
||||||
|
Together spoke
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
A different message
|
||||||
|
Than initially penned
|
||||||
|
In a tone reminiscent
|
||||||
|
Of a familiar friend.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,20 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-07-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Music
|
||||||
|
title: Out Of Sync
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I heard the song
|
||||||
|
Held within your heart
|
||||||
|
And gave my best
|
||||||
|
To play its leading part.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But I could neither
|
||||||
|
Determine the key,
|
||||||
|
Nor predict
|
||||||
|
Its syncopated beat.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-07-05 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
|
title: PDA
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If you don't mind, please keep your love away.
|
||||||
|
For my heart breaks from this public display.
|
||||||
|
You see, mine believes its love is lacking
|
||||||
|
So yours reminds mine of its walls cracking.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But if you do mind, that is just as well;
|
||||||
|
An out-of-reach heaven prepares you for hell
|
||||||
|
Where you're better off carving your disdain
|
||||||
|
Until there's only joy for another soul's gain.
|
|
@ -8,6 +8,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Drinking
|
- Drinking
|
||||||
- Humor
|
- Humor
|
||||||
title: Perfect Situation
|
title: Perfect Situation
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
When I'm hammered,
|
When I'm hammered,
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,23 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-08-06 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Religion
|
||||||
|
title: Personify
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There was no Word.
|
||||||
|
Only chaos
|
||||||
|
That echoed into patterns.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It is the same now
|
||||||
|
As it was back then,
|
||||||
|
Except we patterns
|
||||||
|
Can now think we matter.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For quantum tried its best
|
||||||
|
To coalesce chaos into complexity
|
||||||
|
And it is still hard at work
|
||||||
|
To personify even the galaxies.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,15 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-09-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Wisdom
|
||||||
|
- Short
|
||||||
|
title: Perspective
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I saw a side of myself
|
||||||
|
That I never expected
|
||||||
|
By taking a look
|
||||||
|
From another’s perspective.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-02-21 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
- Love
|
||||||
|
title: Pixel Pusher
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
She paints in pixels.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Permanent.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
They can be changed,
|
||||||
|
Or erased,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But won't.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
That's not the point
|
||||||
|
Of presenting points.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You present the full picture.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Or don't.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-09-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Mediator
|
||||||
|
title: Placate
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It's not my place
|
||||||
|
To placate.
|
||||||
|
To somewhere safe,
|
||||||
|
I vacate.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,32 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-03-09 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christian
|
||||||
|
title: Pointed Question
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You declared,
|
||||||
|
Again,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
"It's either
|
||||||
|
Us
|
||||||
|
Or
|
||||||
|
Them."
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But lines
|
||||||
|
Blur
|
||||||
|
And
|
||||||
|
Bend
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When it's
|
||||||
|
Us
|
||||||
|
For
|
||||||
|
Them
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I Already
|
||||||
|
Forgot
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The question.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,37 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-05-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Racism
|
||||||
|
- History
|
||||||
|
- Chattanooga
|
||||||
|
title: Post Civil War Chattanooga
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This post-civil-war-torn-town
|
||||||
|
Gave refuge
|
||||||
|
To the shackled and bound.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This town's river bubbled
|
||||||
|
With hope from beneath
|
||||||
|
To attract the outcast
|
||||||
|
And mask the town's deceit.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Traffic soon birthed
|
||||||
|
To industrial sound.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Its booming business
|
||||||
|
Broke the backs
|
||||||
|
Of the beaten down.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Jim Crow rose
|
||||||
|
To further ostracize
|
||||||
|
And whiteout the spots
|
||||||
|
Missed by redlines.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This town's river bubbled
|
||||||
|
With sewage from beneath.
|
||||||
|
Today's gentrified waters
|
||||||
|
Taste just as bittersweet.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,15 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-01-11 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Short
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
title: Pure
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Give him your chaos,
|
||||||
|
He'll give it a form.
|
||||||
|
Take all that you will,
|
||||||
|
He'll create even more.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,25 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-04-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Vices
|
||||||
|
- City
|
||||||
|
title: Quarter-Life Crisis
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There's nothing better
|
||||||
|
Than a quarter-life crisis.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
At the peak of your prime,
|
||||||
|
Catching up on lost time,
|
||||||
|
Fighting off vicious vices
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
By keeping yourself busy
|
||||||
|
And taking in all of the city
|
||||||
|
Without a care
|
||||||
|
For what its price is.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
So long as you're no longer
|
||||||
|
Left to your own devices.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,36 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2021-09-02 09:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Vices
|
||||||
|
title: Quenchless
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The only
|
||||||
|
Drink that quenches
|
||||||
|
Dulls the senses
|
||||||
|
Until
|
||||||
|
All discretion
|
||||||
|
Is lost.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
What
|
||||||
|
Enabled this dependence?
|
||||||
|
My college attendance?
|
||||||
|
Is that their
|
||||||
|
Accreditation's cost?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Is it
|
||||||
|
The fault of my genes?
|
||||||
|
A man who
|
||||||
|
Couldn't stay clean
|
||||||
|
Then passed down
|
||||||
|
The ~~bottles~~ battles he lost?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Or was it
|
||||||
|
My lack of socializing
|
||||||
|
That kept me subsidizing
|
||||||
|
Charisma
|
||||||
|
With each drink
|
||||||
|
I came across?
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,54 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-09-24 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Life
|
||||||
|
title: Recollect
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The television blared at a volume
|
||||||
|
That I could hardly handle,
|
||||||
|
But you were sound asleep
|
||||||
|
As if such sounds could hold no candle
|
||||||
|
To whatever sublime sounds
|
||||||
|
Your subconscious wished to hear;
|
||||||
|
So I watched the rest, and watched you rest,
|
||||||
|
As I sipped another beer.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There goes another little memory
|
||||||
|
That neither of us can share.
|
||||||
|
If I add mine up,
|
||||||
|
And add yours up,
|
||||||
|
Will it be enough to care?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
My smartphone delivered multimedia
|
||||||
|
Directly into my eyes and ears
|
||||||
|
Until the audiovisual stimuli
|
||||||
|
Had me breaking out in tears;
|
||||||
|
So I wished to share this moment
|
||||||
|
But could only share with you a link
|
||||||
|
And received a couple of emoticons
|
||||||
|
To reveal what you felt and think.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There goes another little memory
|
||||||
|
That neither of us can share.
|
||||||
|
If I add mine up,
|
||||||
|
And add yours up,
|
||||||
|
Will it be enough to care?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You spoke to me at length on a subject
|
||||||
|
That you enjoy with such a passion,
|
||||||
|
But I zoned out a few sentences in
|
||||||
|
And responded with the most minimal interaction
|
||||||
|
Until I found a moment to break free
|
||||||
|
And sought out someone who'd share the stage;
|
||||||
|
We talked at length about cybersecurity
|
||||||
|
But I didn't realize you were disengaged.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There goes another little memory
|
||||||
|
That neither of us can share.
|
||||||
|
If I add mine up,
|
||||||
|
And add yours up,
|
||||||
|
Will it be enough to care?
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,18 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-02-13 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Death
|
||||||
|
- Lovers
|
||||||
|
title: Rose
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I thought my heart was broken,
|
||||||
|
Or its voice far too soft-spoken
|
||||||
|
Until I walked past by a grave.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It was normally unkempt and bare,
|
||||||
|
But today a rose sings it a prayer:
|
||||||
|
A somber song their lover gave.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2020-06-21 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: Search Party
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You left to interrogate brain cells
|
||||||
|
On the whereabouts of Miss Happiness
|
||||||
|
And took the shot
|
||||||
|
The moment they muttered,
|
||||||
|
"I'm sorry, I haven't the foggiest."
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It gave you quite the rush to see
|
||||||
|
Each cell meet its own maker
|
||||||
|
Which quickly borne a killing spree
|
||||||
|
With the question as its chaser.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You never did find Miss Happiness,
|
||||||
|
But you forgot why you even cared
|
||||||
|
And mistook her for your carelessness
|
||||||
|
Whilst so cognitively impaired.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
All revelries meet their end, however,
|
||||||
|
Which took with it your revelation
|
||||||
|
Eliminating all of your leads
|
||||||
|
In the Miss Happiness investigation.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,27 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-06-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Selection Bias
|
||||||
|
- Secularization
|
||||||
|
- Religion
|
||||||
|
title: Secularization Theory
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The infinite
|
||||||
|
Is out of range
|
||||||
|
Of the finite.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The ethereal
|
||||||
|
Is overshadowed
|
||||||
|
By the limelight.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
It's expanding
|
||||||
|
Just beyond
|
||||||
|
Our peripheral vision.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Selection bias
|
||||||
|
Negates
|
||||||
|
The tool's precision.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,29 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2017-07-20 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Falling Out
|
||||||
|
- Relationships
|
||||||
|
title: Signal Lost
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
There's no reason for us to talk
|
||||||
|
As we discuss meteorological matters.
|
||||||
|
Our communal cup never fills up
|
||||||
|
For each time we lose touch, it shatters.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
You see in me a man from before.
|
||||||
|
I see in you but a shallow shore
|
||||||
|
With a receding tide
|
||||||
|
Of our friendship folklore.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Is there nothing more?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I've tired of this one-sided conversation
|
||||||
|
So I'll retire and keep myself complacent
|
||||||
|
With an assuming posture
|
||||||
|
And twiddling of thumbs
|
||||||
|
With the occasional interjection
|
||||||
|
Of terribly clever puns.
|
|
@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ tags:
|
||||||
- Introspective
|
- Introspective
|
||||||
- Silence
|
- Silence
|
||||||
title: Silent Silas
|
title: Silent Silas
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
The windows to my soul
|
The windows to my soul
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,21 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2011-04-11 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- alliteration
|
||||||
|
- silence
|
||||||
|
title: Silent Sound
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Safely set inside this song
|
||||||
|
Are silent sounds we passed along.
|
||||||
|
Secret though we seek to know
|
||||||
|
Signs of its new secret show.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Silence hides up in the skies
|
||||||
|
Far from folks, cars, and lies.
|
||||||
|
It only lives to watch us die,
|
||||||
|
For that is when our souls arrive
|
||||||
|
And silent sounds are synthesized.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2014-11-29 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: Sips of Serum
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Honesty is the best policy
|
||||||
|
If you're considered prodigy.
|
||||||
|
But I'm left a prodigal son
|
||||||
|
With money and meals my idolatry.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Spinning webs of lies
|
||||||
|
To hide the mess inside.
|
||||||
|
Donning the mask of Jekyll
|
||||||
|
As I sip the serum of Hyde.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2019-02-06 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Dreams
|
||||||
|
- Late-Night
|
||||||
|
title: Sleep Paralysis
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The brain
|
||||||
|
Signaled
|
||||||
|
SHUTDOWN.
|
||||||
|
The mind
|
||||||
|
Couldn't
|
||||||
|
KEEP QUIET.
|
||||||
|
The eyes
|
||||||
|
Were left
|
||||||
|
ALL ALONE.
|
||||||
|
The body
|
||||||
|
Can't run;
|
||||||
|
CAN'T FIGHT IT.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Thoughts are now
|
||||||
|
RACING
|
||||||
|
Wheels are now
|
||||||
|
SPINNING
|
||||||
|
Fears turn to terror
|
||||||
|
And ask, "Who's winning?"
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,47 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-03-15 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
- Conviction
|
||||||
|
- Prayer
|
||||||
|
- Humor
|
||||||
|
title: Spaghetti
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
A woman bowed down
|
||||||
|
Before her plate of spaghetti
|
||||||
|
To send God a prayer
|
||||||
|
He's heard a thousand times already.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But Jesus was in such
|
||||||
|
A mischievous mood
|
||||||
|
That He let the woman hear
|
||||||
|
What the Father thought of her food.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
"There she goes again
|
||||||
|
With her cookie-cutter request
|
||||||
|
Full of empty words meant
|
||||||
|
To ensure her noodles are blessed."
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
But the woman quickly answered,
|
||||||
|
"There's no need to be so rude!
|
||||||
|
I will gladly recant the prayer
|
||||||
|
If I offended with my gratitude."
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
God then replied,
|
||||||
|
Caught by surprise,
|
||||||
|
"Sorry, it seems
|
||||||
|
My Son played a prank!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
When words lose their meaning,
|
||||||
|
Good intentions are deceiving,
|
||||||
|
So now it's uncertain
|
||||||
|
Who's receiving your thanks.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
People only speak to me
|
||||||
|
Before they eat and sleep.
|
||||||
|
Has it become impolite
|
||||||
|
To think on your feet?"
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,26 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2016-07-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- School
|
||||||
|
- Late-Night
|
||||||
|
- Homework
|
||||||
|
title: Spellchecker
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No one should be awake
|
||||||
|
At this time of night.
|
||||||
|
Nothing good can come
|
||||||
|
From what I'll try to write.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
My vision's a bit blurred
|
||||||
|
As I try to type
|
||||||
|
So I'm not quite sure
|
||||||
|
If the keys I press are right,
|
||||||
|
But I've come this far
|
||||||
|
So I'll press on in spite.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Thank you, Spellchecker.
|
||||||
|
The overseer of my oversight.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,36 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2021-07-30 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
title: Take A Breather
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Disasters cannot happen
|
||||||
|
If anything is fine.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Lines cannot be crossed
|
||||||
|
If you don't draw a line.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Wishes do come true
|
||||||
|
If any change will do.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Pain loses its bite
|
||||||
|
If you enjoy the fight.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
This makes sense at the surface,
|
||||||
|
But we shouldn't dull our senses.
|
||||||
|
Our suffering serves a purpose
|
||||||
|
So let's drop these false pretenses.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Sit with that sinking feeling
|
||||||
|
Until you reach its depths
|
||||||
|
To listen to its teachings;
|
||||||
|
Resurface to catch your breath.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Then look out to the horizon
|
||||||
|
To appreciate the view
|
||||||
|
Of all the potential futures;
|
||||||
|
You've a say in which comes true.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,36 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2018-12-22 16:27:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Time
|
||||||
|
- Cars
|
||||||
|
- Advice
|
||||||
|
- Anger
|
||||||
|
title: Take Time
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The perma-pedestrian
|
||||||
|
Watched in awe
|
||||||
|
Of the passing cars.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Each driver longs
|
||||||
|
To extend their life
|
||||||
|
With Audis & Jaguars.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Each piston obeys
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Thermodynamic law
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Exploding every decisecond.
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The law of inertia
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Transfers heat to our heads
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Upon braking at the intersection.
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The human VROOMS.
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Huffs and FUMES.
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Shortcircuits- KaBOOMS!
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The cycle repeats
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Until there remains
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No more lives to lose.
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- Relationships
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- Relationships
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- Realtalk
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- Realtalk
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title: Thought Experiment
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title: Thought Experiment
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layout: poetry
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---
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---
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Love is a free fall
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Love is a free fall
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- Speech
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- Speech
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- Verbal Abuse
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- Verbal Abuse
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title: Unintentional Internalization
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title: Unintentional Internalization
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layout: poetry
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---
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---
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Our skin's as thick
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Our skin's as thick
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---
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2019-07-24 12:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Religion
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title: Unsettling Beliefs
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layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
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|
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|
Once you believe that someone can right your wrongs,
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|
That leaves room for war and atomic bombs.
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Once you believe that your rewards lie in heaven,
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That leaves room for real-life to place second.
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|
|
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Once you believe that it all happens for a reason,
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|
That leaves room to equate all change with treason.
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|
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Once you believe that you're free to leave the faith,
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||||||
|
That leaves room for you to re-open the case.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,27 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2020-02-01 12:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: Unsolicited
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
you shoulda, woulda
|
||||||
|
— or could ya shuddup?
|
||||||
|
i didn't, but isn't
|
||||||
|
that tangent fucked up?
|
||||||
|
just listen & envision;
|
||||||
|
decisions are tough.
|
||||||
|
the rocks in my shoes
|
||||||
|
are to you only dust.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
i did what i've done
|
||||||
|
and i did it with love;
|
||||||
|
if that doesn't do,
|
||||||
|
don't tell me what does;
|
||||||
|
for advice without end
|
||||||
|
advises you to give up.
|
||||||
|
but i've learned to let live
|
||||||
|
to let you keep this up.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,34 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2012-11-05 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Humor
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
- Silence
|
||||||
|
title: Verbal Blunder
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
No!
|
||||||
|
That was simply a slip of the tongue.
|
||||||
|
Is it too late for me to play along?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I fear I'm no longer as mysterious,
|
||||||
|
As wise, and as fearless
|
||||||
|
As I've implied myself to be.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
I've revealed my true colors.
|
||||||
|
I'll soon be discovered;
|
||||||
|
This shall show my sheer stupidity!
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
'Tis time to hang up my hat and accept this mistake
|
||||||
|
Since it seems I don't quite have what it takes
|
||||||
|
To fool these fools how non-foolish I am.
|
||||||
|
If only things had gone according to plan,
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
For I have heard it said:
|
||||||
|
He who knows, does not speak.
|
||||||
|
He who speaks, does not know.
|
||||||
|
I had taken this to heart
|
||||||
|
And so my heart I would never show.
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,31 @@
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
categories:
|
||||||
|
- Poetry
|
||||||
|
date: 2015-09-25 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
|
tags:
|
||||||
|
- Fate
|
||||||
|
- Christianity
|
||||||
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
|
title: Wanderlust
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
Do you still claim for there to be
|
||||||
|
No chance of a random possibility
|
||||||
|
Because our God planned out eternity?
|
||||||
|
But what good does that do
|
||||||
|
For the likes of me?
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
If you don't know the hand you're dealt
|
||||||
|
And faithfulness determines not your wealth,
|
||||||
|
Then why not loosen up your bible belt?
|
||||||
|
We can only ascertain
|
||||||
|
Our ascent
|
||||||
|
To heaven or hell.
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
|
The rain falls down on the wicked and the just.
|
||||||
|
We pack our bags and pray to God in whom we trust.
|
||||||
|
Our plans fall through as we return to dust
|
||||||
|
And beg our God
|
||||||
|
To cure
|
||||||
|
Our wanderlust.
|
|
@ -5,6 +5,7 @@ date: 2013-05-10 00:00:00 +0000
|
||||||
tags:
|
tags:
|
||||||
- Realtalk
|
- Realtalk
|
||||||
title: Who Am I?
|
title: Who Am I?
|
||||||
|
layout: poetry
|
||||||
---
|
---
|
||||||
|
|
||||||
Am I the clothes on my back
|
Am I the clothes on my back
|
||||||
|
|
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