noise

you wouldn’t hear me otherwise.
if i didn't do this at every
opportunity that fell before me,
you wouldn't pay me any mind.
you’d walk right past me as if
my existence were insignificant.
but you can’t, can you?
not while i’m doing this, at least,
not while i’m exceeding the
threshold of stimulation in your brain.
do i have your attention?
are you listening now that it’s
crashing into your system,
affronting you with everything
you had intended to ignore?
is it working yet?
is this enough for
a second look?
good.
now that you’re looking for me,
you’ll find that i’m gone.
it was only just a noise.

happiness

"Notice a quiet moment so the storm that sometimes resides in you can calm and become a gentle breeze known as peace of mind."

String Theory

And so again
I begin anew


A string thin theory
laid out on the sand


Vaguely
the shape of me


Perhaps
more character


It's just a concept,
an idea of how I could be


The only way to know
is to pull the string tight


Test elasticity
Push me against gravity


Send me into orbit
into collision
with my quantum self


I hope to see me
waving back


The other side
of these rough seas


Of changing sides
Of setting free


Dispersing the white light
that cuts me into slices like
a bread knife


Pull tight the string
and let go of me


Let go
and watch me


Accumulate mass as
I eat up each grain


Let go


Let go


And go ahead
Laugh on your way back inland

Kaitlyn (eye to eye):

We've been told that
We’re the same height
By doctors and friends alike
We even stood back to back and
I guess
It came out the same


But as I talk
When we walk
Side by side,
I still look up to you


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the hustle

we’ve forgotten
the meaning of a day,
too mesmerized
and hypnotized
by the hands of a clock,
breathing
is just a drop
of life
inside an ocean
of existence.

If you hold on
To anything today,
Let it be this:
You are smart
You are beautiful
And you are alive.

What are you?

where are you?
what are you?
what is my soul?
my life,
what is a day,
a breath?
is it a question,
an answer,
a mystery?
or a collection of moments
shared between heartbeats
and fingertips
a collection of senses
savored in memory jars
the smell
of coffee
of dripping sunrises
and summer evenings
the touch
of paper pages
in old books
the chill of snow
and skin brushing skin
running up your spine,
taste
exploding on your tounge
tangerine
chocolate
sweet and sour
the sight
of colors and light
clashing,
crashing into corners
cracks
and glass
casting shadows
in a sleeping forest.
and what of breath?
is it more
than just substance
filling lungs,
perhaps existence
is found there,
in the moment
air is expelled
and passed
between lips.