Hermit

Composed 12/9/15
Description: Ah! The semester is over, which means, yes, less on my mind and more time to write… for the time being. Hopefully, this means I will push out some more poetry in the coming days. For now, here’s this.

It is different for us
And difference is a pleasant dream
When we find ourselves alone
Alone we feel no need to run
But sink-in, relax, think, and feel
Be

We are survivors
When the world around us dies
Indeed, we thrive
Independent, often confident, unafraid
Exploring
When abandoned or betrayed we
Live

When found we relinquish control
And let others in for a time yet
Retreat
Off put with insecurity
Hands clinging with poverty

Do you really crave
Separation from your own mind?

When All Are Asleep

Composed 6/24/14
Description: Am I dead? In fact I am not, though the inactivity of this blog surely made you lovely few devoted readers of mine wonder. I have no great excuses for this. Indeed, I did graduate college in early May and have been stressing over the uncertainty of my future. However, I have had ample time to write (and, indeed, a few ideas even)… I just have been lacking muse and motivation as of late.

However, this evening some verses did occur to me quite clearly. I hope you enjoy, and I hope to get back on the blogging bandwagon.

It’s in the night in the silence
That I find my muse
When other minds rest, unhearing
And for some soft hours I am truly unobserved
The only mind churning among inanimate beings

It’s so freeing to not be judged
For even in my silence others wonder
And think of me
But now I am truly allowed to make my own way unobstructed
To recline or run or think of silliness
Or the mystic workings of life

And yet it’s embarrassing that in this freedom
My strangely clear and vibrant mind
Splashes colors that end in an image of you
That the words in my mind fall into sentences
Describing scenes and sorrows of the past

And I give up my freedom
To grasp a few spare lines from you
That, despite my efforts, falter and fall within moments
While my mind hums the line
People never change

I am alone
Thinking clearly
Remembering rejection
But strangely at peace
When all are asleep