Being

The metaphysical aspects
of Being were examined
by Aristotle and Plato
straight forward to hacks
like Gladwell
We’ve found little out
since the ancients
and it’s rare when anyone 
has anything new to add
Perhaps Being is so fundamental,
we’ll never be right on

life came from these pools

The streets shimmer
wet with hopes, visions
saturated in reflections
of light and movement
captured in ripples made
Pointillist by the drizzle
the chill seeps into our
bones, the air hung
with necklaces of dew
as we shuffle past one
another trampling the
portraits of our world
stitched into the asphalt
wishing for warmth but
appreciating the balmy
cool for its absence of
heat, hugging our coat 
or sweatshirt or sweater 
for its breadth, loving 
its glowing embrace

3rd Person Perspective

Her mind is full of situations that will never happen. But they do happen, in her mind, over and over again. All the worst case scenarios, the best case scenarios and every single scenario in between. She imagines unimaginable situations, conversations, happenings. In her mind everything is possible, even the impossible. Sometimes her brain is so busy calculating all the ‘what-ifs?’, it has no time to do anything else. She has such trouble forgetting about all the things that could possibly, or impossibly, go wrong. Almost compulsively she has hundreds of variables in her head of how past situations could have gone different. Some of them keep coming back; they haunt her, they taunt her. She tries to oversee everything, not just this moment, but the next one, and the next day, and the next week, and the next month. She tries to figure out all the possibilities, so out of all of them she can try to make the best one actually happen. One of the possibilities is that you let go. I know it is difficult, but you might be happy.

Better get here early
Grab front row seats
It's a must see:
My self-destruction

Contradiction

I am a complete contradiction, yet a constant and consistent. I am hysterical, hopeful, hatred-harboring,
loathing, loving, lost, left behind.I am musical, miserable, a miracle. I am quiet, calculating,considerate, caring, calm, warm, warning, warned, harmed, hurt, healed, sealed, concealed,
a confused contradiction.

simple

For you, with you
I’d lie and lay
To flay and find
Animals in clouds.

We’d rest in rows of Queen of the Night
As sunlight filtered through petals
Like stars.

To share
Smiles and miles and
Solitude and solace and
Succor
Sweet strawberries and Salinger
Together.

this morning

sometimes the morning after is too bright. the sunlight drenches all of yesterday’s choices in an uncomfortable staggering illumination and my chest hurts. my mind delivers me to each significant crossroad and i stand still trying to see beyond the fog by borrowing today’s brilliance. but the fog doesn’t evaporate it creeps into me seething over each sighing aching memory as i walk home. the smell of cigarette ashes is pressed into my skin.