A poem of love on sleep
Sleep came easier
When I felt your warmth
Pressed against the chill of my chest
Sleep came easier
When I knew your voice
Would raise me from my rest
Sleep came easier
When I felt your breath
Joining with the tempo of my stress
Sleep came easier
Now I just clutch the cold
Of a pillow lacking your loving bliss
A poem on opinionated arrogance
Every time you wake up
Before you put on your make up
Drink your coffee and shut up
Open your ears and give up
Your thoughts
Your opinions
Your means
Your believings
Open up to someone else’s singing
A new sensation
Full of interpretation
No need for celebrations
Just an intentional contemplation
Some things may hit home
Other may just be let go
But to never see
Is to live life ignorantly
In that case
You’ll just need a length
Rope and wood in a solid place
Until you can no longer feel your face
Then you arrogance will finally lose the race
A poem on the struggle to begin
A new car
A white bandana and a new start
It may sound extra hard
That’s only true in the midnight gloom
When the warmth of the Sun
Hides from your wayard soul
Head turning in search of the light
An indefinite maze etched with fright
Around the corner
Deep under the covers
In a building turned to rubble
Rests the core of your troubles
Unseen
Unheard
Untouched
Unloved
A renovation is needed
An extrapolation of being
Released from the dark
Set forth towards the Northern Star
Attention paid in earnest
Present amidst the lights of the mirror
Growth through awareness
