Composed 11/14/14
Description: A little something written while driving home yesterday.
So many people huddled in their homes
Clicking on their lights
Heating up their dinner
Chatting with a friend
Living their stories
And they’re just houses passing by
And you’re just a car passing by
Composed 3/3/14
Description: Do you ever hear anything, and it just hits you? Recently I’ve been hearing a lot of bad news, several rumors, and it just made me remember how little we really know about one another, how we have no idea what’s going on in another person’s head. And sometimes we don’t know until it’s too late.
So saliently I sense
The piercing of my own heart
That my mind lapses and
Skips
Over the trials of others
I forget that it’s not
I
Alone
That suffocates under the
Grip of isolation
It’s not just I who
Gags on the
Sour twinge of rejection
My brothers
Have been kicked out of their hearts
And wander in the wastelands of their minds
My sisters
Reside in their hearts as they’re breaking
And let their woe bleed out
In silence
My friends
We all shuffle
Instead of face one another
With our affliction
Because we forget
We’re all afflicted
But healing only comes
Under the synthesis
Of many minds
Of many hands
Composed 1/3/14
Description: I think I’m going to try and write more poetry this year — and more poems about the daily events of my life. Stuff that I can look at ten years from now and go “ah, yes, I remember that person, that feeling, that day.” Everything from fun nights with friends to whatever I’m thinking that particular day. So I wrote something this evening, and I think it says a lot about me.
I sit on the floor
Stuffed in two blankets
And a hat
Because
I refuse to move
From my solitary haven
Even when its
Covered in ice
Scraps of Paper 