ID

Composed 4/21/18
Description: n/a

Reckless and free
You are a part of me
A physical manifestation of id-inspired cravings
With kindness and handsome idiosyncrasies
Musical, unrestrained
By any convention other than one’s soul feeling
Fair weather nature
Lover, wanderer
Recorder of life’s victories
And tragedies
That waft
A poison cloud reminder
That you don’t have it all together
Vague posts and alcohol smiles
Mask the anxiety provoked by
Trying to contain the galaxy in your heart
Voices heard slip through lips in passing
The need to be engaged with me, you, all in reality
The key that opens the mystery
Of a tortured solitude
Clouds disappear like your commitments
Inconsistency your only constancy
And the more I know the less I see
The part of you I thought was me

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Reflections on a New Year’s Party

Composed 1/8/18
Description: Going over some old poem scraps and polishing them up. So here we have a somewhat belated reflection on my real-life New Year’s Eve. However, I think this musing could be applied to nearly any moment, any time you looked around and marveled, whether that moment was happy or bizarre, and said “How did I end up here?”

A new year begun with
old friends, long histories
acquaintanced and long distanced but
brought together, connected, and
intertwined by
happenstance and serendipity
begging the question
How did we get here?
And will we be here next year?

Untouchable

Composed 5/3/16
Description: So I kinda fell short of my NaPoWriMo goal, but considering this last week was filled with finals and a comic convention that involved many late nights… I still consider 24 out of 30 to be a pretty good record!

Anyway, said comic convention and other news made me think of the following poem, which I guess boils down to this: Have you ever wanted to be friends with a famous person?

Your fame is not why I like you
Nor even the reason for your fame
But rather because when you smile
It’s my smile
And your words make me think and laugh
It’s an innate understanding
That easy conversations would ensue
But you’re untouchable and even then only
Touched with suspicion
It makes me wish that we were born
In another time in place
Maybe then there would be space between us
And we’d fill it with friendship