Lamppost

Towering over them as they pass by,
Proud, erect, powerful.
His slender frame,
Blocking the rays falling down.

Blue fades into yellow into orange into black.

His body fading into the midnight frame.
A slight hum fills the air.
Flickering to life,
So far above the frosted pavement.

His head, pronounced.
Emanating scintillant beams,
Deep into the night sky.

2/2/17 // 9:30 pm

Lamppost

Post-Weekend Reflection

In an altered state of consciousness
Is this the only way we feel happy?
Is this the only way we feel a purpose?
We intentionally poison our bodies, our souls.

What are we trying to achieve?
Perhaps it’s to silence the voices in our head
Telling us we aren’t good enough
Strong enough
Skinny enough

But we push through
In an altered state of consciousness
Is this the only way we can feel whole?
Is this the only way we can feel loved?

1/31/2017 // 7:20 pm

Post-Weekend Reflection

Time

How nice it would be to become a poet
To make a life for yourself,
Spun from the words of your soul.

However, life is a fickle friend
It counts down the time
Until we evolve into from whence we came

If time were truly infinite,
We would all reach our potential.

Is it cruel?
That life continues on?
While our spirit fades into the background.
We remain frozen in time.

Stuck, alone, with no escape.
Is it cruel?
That the memories we made are truly meaningless.

1/31/2017 // 10:51 am

Time