happy haiku

nature gets me high,
and so does realizing that
everything's okay

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

I can't remember how to do this

A muscle unused for so long

But I'll try for you

Do you remember all the same things I do?

We could experience our whole lives together

But that would not make for the same memories,

What's the deciding factor?

You can move on

And forget those memories

And vaguely wonder whose hand you're holding

On that postcard inside your desk drawer

We can walk by each other down the path

At first awkward smiles

Then averted eyes

And finally like strangers

Those songs will take on new meanings

The bedsheets new smells

The lips new names

I guess I'll carry the weight,

But I can no longer wait

For you

Or us

Who knew that scribbled notes

Could mean so much

And consolation

So little

Sorry, this is pretty bad

But, 

I'm also tired of feeling sorry

For me

Or us

expression

i cannot express myself coherently for i do not think in words. i think in emotions, and in a world where emotions are a dying resource, i have trouble getting my point across. it gets stuck somewhere between my brain and tongue, and i swallow it, so that it ends up in my lungs and causes me to choke. if we spoke the language of emotions, i would have so much to say. i would be screaming green and gold, frustration and love, and paintings of the night sky would be pouring out of my mouth. undulating stars would be freed from my body every time i exhaled, trailing behind me as i walk. but unfortunately that is not how communication works and i can no longer continue this, for i haven't the words to sum it all up.

evanescent

i sat,

stunned, silent, and staring,

worlds around me dissolved in a mist,

atoms forming what I knew so well

now left me confused and unknowing.

carefully I ventured through the fog,

what shapes are in the distance?

distorted and unclear

my mind composes an unlikely truth

to keep me pressing on;

did your eyes catch my mist?

hopeless optimism

white knuckles,
the only hint
of a lesson learned.

all is delicate,
fleeting,
free.

never seize (keating lied).

on the reigns of the wind
all erodes,
time strips all
until you stand bare
in a barren land.

have you learned of the beauty in decay?

wallow

it's been so long since

hitting the streets with poets

my tongue is dry

stumbling on hollered words

looking for answers in tea leaves

at the bottoms of many a drained cup

i never learned this art

but then have i learned any?

i look to the troubadours and find

paths wiped clean by age and dust

(daring us to forge our own

or warning of futility?)

thoughts flit through the wind as ever

don't let me fall too behind

freedom

it's all in your head

he said

beauty and worries and even

the view outside your window

nobody can tell you what is

he said

because what is

is only what you see and feel

cover your eyes

(he did)

see how

it doesn't disappear?

it's all in your head

he said

and if you want to forget

let's lose our minds