Just a little something fun I found over at Blogthings.
What Your Name Says About You |
Your name says that you are mostly: Inspiring but melodramatic Your name also says you are: Independent but distant Ambitious but stubborn Fiery but unbalanced |
Just a little something fun I found over at Blogthings.
What Your Name Says About You |
Your name says that you are mostly: Inspiring but melodramatic Your name also says you are: Independent but distant Ambitious but stubborn Fiery but unbalanced |
A return to a poem I've long liked but ever left in first draft.
Thank you, too, to those that leave encouraging comments!
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Reckless roaming in empty mind spaces, just hoping to stumble.
There are thoughts inevitable, pathways we must trod, prisoner to them without intent or design, or even true desire.
Why struggle against that which is, cowering behind clarity and fake bullshit appeasement? We are truthful, unique, bent, forceful, passionate, insane, and more real than sunlight or freshly turned earth.
There is no scent of green grass for us, no blossomed cherry tree. Free of beauty we see ugly, feel pain, choose it to be it, to struggle with inside to better know outside
To make excuses we smile false smiles and write for false gods, but find ourselves unwilling apostles talking two faced and nodding all the time, still roaming recklessly in our empty mind spaces.
Mid afternoon and the beads of a persistent sweat gather
And shine in tiny colonies near my hairline.
Charred by fire, frozen in ice,
I am alone with the electronic hum of
21st century depression.
Raging fire and relentless glaciers
Have exhausted themselves
For the time being
And the real me stumbles,
Like a 3 a.m. drunk,
Weaving toward home and bed with
Heavy feet and thick tongue.
I'm in a mind fog
And even the pen moving over the paper is
A disconnected,
Surreal moment,
Both real and imagined.
Havoc leaves waste in its wake.
Empty fields and blasted minds too
Scarred to return to former lives.