Tag: self-aware
Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
A New Chapter of Your Life
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
Verdant Lives, Afar
I am working. I am always working. Borrrrrring! Verily, it is so. Yea, though I sit in the shadow of purgatory, I shall not complain…much. Just once in a while you have to yell into the void, “I am fracking bored!” But also, one should never announce such malaise, as the universal power may be influenced into curing the mundane via the callous infliction of … Continue reading Verdant Lives, Afar
Cobblestones, Part 2
Cobblestones, Part 2 is posted!
“The girl asked, ‘What if life here, now, is not very good? What would keep unhappy people from just sort of … skipping ahead?'”
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Cobblestones, Part 1
And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1
Depressed, but still kicking
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
Wearing My Will
I have been told my whole life that I don’t have style. They were wrong. If their goal was to beat me down until my wardrobe was completely full of things that are boring, or that don’t feel like they are mine, they were successful. I gave up slowly. I tried to wear fashionable things but was told I didn’t look good in them. I … Continue reading Wearing My Will
Dissolve, a poem of anticipation
Dissolve I glide in salty, rain-drenched seas, Kindred to each fish And each molecule of water. ~ It’s another death and I Can’t wait to see How it begins. ~ I swim through ochre-grey skies, Blind and all-seeing. Flying like a bat, falling like a god. ~ It’s another me and I Can’t wait to see What I will become. ~ I burn 37 miles … Continue reading Dissolve, a poem of anticipation
I’m a Nudist Who Wears Clothes
It’s not that I’m all that attractive, or morally opposed to something. I just think clothes are dumb. Unless you are cold. Or sweaty. Or shy. But this idea of wearing clothes all the time is just … ridiculous to me. 1. It is a lie. Why do you think you need to hide your truth? We have unique patterns to our skin caused by … Continue reading I’m a Nudist Who Wears Clothes
Unheard Warnings, a poem
Unheard Warnings Speaking loud into the ether, hoping that someone will hear. Shouting silent words of wisdom, unwrapped from my mortal fear. Know the history, heed its warning. Find it waiting for you there. In the winter, I will slumber; liken me to bear and squirrel. In the autumn, find me wishing always to be have been a girl. In the springtime, in the summer, … Continue reading Unheard Warnings, a poem
Break Glass in Case of Emergency
Although I like to be helpful, I find myself in the position to be abused more and more often. People do not understand the concept of kindness. I have found recently that people no longer think of me as helpful. Instead, they think of me as usable. But I refuse to be used. In the Space between being helpful and being used, there must be … Continue reading Break Glass in Case of Emergency
Someday, a poem of hope and tears
Someday When I wake, this I say, “Let me live my life today.” When I lay down, this I cry, “Let me live before I die.” Now I wake to the sun’s rays. I’d like to spend the hours at play. But money urges me to my desk. I won’t be getting any play or rest. Someday I’ll leave this job behind. I’ll find a … Continue reading Someday, a poem of hope and tears
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