The togetherness of words

  • 494.

    You are  
    eternally doomed 
    to receive 
    my love 


  • 493.

    Isn’t it boring 
    how we all 
    use the same 
    combination 
    of options 


  • 492.

    It is not  
    writing poems 
    for the sake 
    of writing poems 

    It is 
    writing poems 
    to convey 
    emotional meaning 

    If you go searching 
    for poems 
    you usually 
    find ones 
    without meaning 


  • 491.

    I hung up 
    a missing poster 
    for my soul 


  • 490.

    God is not  
    a God of religion 

    Yet most believers 
    make religion 
    their God 


  • 489.

    Please! 
    The fragile minds 
    let them be free 
    to choose 

    they need you 
    to show them 
    that they don’t need you 


  • 488.

    That which people ridicule 
    is perhaps the closest thing 
    to truth 

    [64]


  • 487.

    Loneliness is not knowing 
    how to be alone 

    [56]


  • 486.

    To be a poet 
    or a philosopher 
    is to describe life 

    This is so important 
    because no one 
    knows what life is 


  • 485.

    this is not a poem 
    just some words 
    on a motivational poster 
    or an inspirational message 
    but the words are truly powerful 
    and helped me write this 

    the words are: 
    we just keep trying 


  • 484.

    all we have is nothing 
    and that is okay 


  • 483.

    the most comfortable life is in the machine 
    a fabricated reality 

    [14]


  • 482.

    pretending to know something 
    to look smart 
    is very stupid 


  • 481.

    I am a mess of thoughts 
    sometimes just a heap on the floor 
    unable to move 
    just to cry out 
    and hear the cry echo off the wall 


  • 480.

    If a specific day 
    was erased from 
    our brains 
    did that day 
    ever happen? 

    [4]


  • 479.

    Sometimes 
    I feel stupid 
    for loving you 
    but sometimes 
    my love for you 
    is the only thing 
    that feels real 


  • 478.

    the people you meet 
    are not the only 
    people that exist 


  • 477.

    we busy ourselves 
    with silly words 
    and body works 
    and end up 
    in a relationship 
    with someone 
    we don’t know 


  • 476.

    I’m in love 
    with the future you 
    hidden within you 
    I see him sometimes 
    he spoke to me once 
    I fell in love with him then 
    but I was left with you 
    and not him 


  • 475.

    perhaps 
    the deepest part  
    of my soul 
    is only visible 
    to others 
    in poems 


  • 474.

    the void is okay 
    because it is all 
    there truly is 


  • 473.

    us together 
    not even our bodies 
    only our souls 
    would be enough 
    to make me feel 
    like I am real 
    and that the world 
    has meaning 


  • 472.

    Even if 
    I did not have a mouth 

    I would know  
    what to speak 


  • 471.

    truth is never caught in systems 
    it slips through labels and cogs 
    unnoticed 

    we’ve all thought 
    to have caught 
    truth at some point 
    but when we 
    open our hands 
    we see  
    a butterfly 
    of our imagination 


  • 470.

    Everlasting 
    and  
    never-created 
    go beyond 
    understanding 


  • 469.

    Even our name 
    just a handy descriptor 


  • 468.

    The real world 
    has never heard 
    the words 
    ‘good’ and ‘bad’ 


  • 467.

    It is fake 
    don’t you see 
    a façade 
    that you use 
    to scare yourself 
    to tell yourself 
    you’re missing  
    something you’ll 
    never find 

    But you’re not 
    missing anything 
    from the moment 
    you are born 
    maybe even before that 
    your life is complete 


  • 466.

    Are we only in relation to others?


  • 465.

    An empty billboard 
    of crumpled paper 

    Displaying nothing 
    kinda like your face 


  • 464.

    How I look 
    and who I love 
    is in no way 
    significant 
    in describing 
    my personality 


  • 463.

    Who are we 
    if our head 
    is filled with 
    ideas that 
    are not us 


  • 462.

    How lifelessly 
    do you live? 
    How sleepy 
    are you? 


  • 461.

    suddenly  
    I was no longer 
    someone 
    in your mind 


  • 460.

    Everything was  
    covered in rust 
    today  

    My hands  
    were slow  
    and clumsy 

    My throat sore 
    and empty of words 

    and my heart 
    felt nothing 


  • 459.

    And no one  
    saw a change 
    in the world 
    not me, not you 
    because we were 
    breathing 
    head deep 
    in the mud pools 
    of our own backyards 
    we see nothing 
    but mud 
    and we love it 


  • 458.

    the birds carried  
    sunbeams on their shoulders 
    and sang songs of the moon 


  • 457.

    Truth 
    is 
    far 
    from 
    your 
    mouth 
    because 
    you 
    are 
    scared 
    to 
    tell 
    it 
    you 
    are 
    scared 
    to 
    show 
    you 


  • 456.

    how it would be 
    to live in a world 
    where every sound 
    is a poem 

    where every sound 
    inspires 


  • 455.

    words float 
    structurelessly

    until a poem 
    plucks them  
    from the air 
    to create 
    a togetherness 
    of words 


  • 454.

    when life feels 
    rhythmless 
    dance 
    rhythmlessly  


  • 453.

    True freedom  
    would mean 
    chaos 

    chaos is not bad 


  • 452.

    Something new 
    presents itself 
    every day 
    to our old minds 


  • 451.

    How far back  
    do dreams about  
    the future go 

    we are living 
    a future dream 
    of a person past 


  • 450.

    that which is low 
    reaches for 
    that which is high 

    [but there is no height]


  • 449.

    they’re building  
    something new 
    in town 

    but their 
    cement hearts 
    are ever 
    the same 


  • 448.

    How many days 
    do we live with  
    closed eyes 


  • 447.

    dear loved one 
    do not let 
    your eyes dry out 
    from the desert sand 

    That we live in  
    the desert 
    does not mean 
    we are doomed 
    to think 
    like the desert  


  • 446.

    shooting stars 
    at 
    the 
    fair 
    with 
    you 


  • 445.

    I want to seem  
    like a wise man 
    but that desire 
    is not wise 


  • 444.

    I woke up 
    and everyone 
    in the country  
    was gone 

    I closed the borders 
    no one came in 

    I don’t feel  
    lonely 
    I feel 
    free 


  • 443.

    oh what I would give 
    oh what I would do 

    to be a voice you would listen to 
    a face you would smile at 
    and eyes you would look into 


  • 442.

    Do the days shimmer 
    and the weeks dance 
    Do trees leave their leaves 
    for homeless men to find 
    and wheat their grain 
    for the hungry 
    Do empty boxes fill houses 
    and empty bottles stomachs 
    If you prepare for the worst 
    will you ever see the best 


  • 441.

    Sometimes I think 
    I can speak 
    what I think 
    to you 

    but then reality 
    stutters into frame 
    and falls awkwardly silent 


  • 440.

    bank of empty dreams 

    boy culture 
    makes me sick 
    and in love 


  • 439.

    How did you end up in a life 
    you didn’t want 
    In a life where you are not 
    you 


  • 438.

    STOP 
    FOR 

    MOMENT 
    AND 
    BREATHE 
    and  
    think 


  • 437.

    thinking you are sane 
    is the most insane thing  
    you can do 


  • 436.

    let’s play with insanity 
    because life does 


  • 435.

    When we tell someone 
    God has a plan for your life 
    do we tell them  
    they could still die tomorrow 


  • 434.

    the moment  
    you realize 
    we know 
    nothing 
    and that life 
    seems pointless 
    is the moment 
    you realize 
    God exists 


  • 433.

    windlessness
    reminds me of nothing 
    while the storm 
    paints a soft smile on my face 
    from memories of tearful times  


  • 432.

    we are afraid of the word 
    goodbye  
    even though it is 
    a word we 
    must use 
    in this life 


  • 431.

    Cascading thoughts  
    of your irreducible beauty 
    your fundamental beauty 
    your inevitable beauty 
    your essential beauty 


  • 430.

    We are used to 
    breaking our hearts 
    because they’re not ours 
    but we forget 
    to celebrate 
    they exist 


  • 429.

    Sometimes  
    you don’t notice 
    that the leaves  
    have changed colours 
    till they’ve fallen 

    If you never 
    look at the trees 
    you won’t notice 
    falling leaves 
    before it’s too late 


  • 428.

    You are 
    the bezel  
    of my heart 

    without you 
    it is raw 
    uncontrolled 

    without you 
    it is floating 
    through a  
    boundless void 

    no tether  
    to reality 


  • 427.

    mom and dad 
    I love you so 
    even though 
    you’re not real 
    superheroes 

    mom and dad 
    I hope you know 
    that even though 
    we’re all just broken people 
    you’re my heroes 


  • 426.

    you’ve known 
    the writing 
    on your wall 
    your whole life 

    so it must be right 
    right? 


  • 425.

    approaching zero 
    but never zero 


  • 424.

    the fluid flame 
    so easily bought 
    but not easily 
    sold 


  • 423.

    together 
    I bound 
    words from 
    then and now 
    words that sing 
    words that cry 
    words that are angry 
    words that have hope 


  • 422.

    if 
    you 
    could 
    fly 
    where 
    would 
    you 
    go 

    would 
    you 
    ever 
    fly 
    to 
    me 


  • 421.

    in the narrow 
    space of an inner room 
    the mirror shows  
    a different reflection 
    of me 

    as I stand in front of it 
    I wonder 
    maybe I am the reflection 
    perhaps I wish 
    to just be a reflection 
    to be without reality 


  • 420.

    I left myself 
    and took a walk 
    on the midnight boulevard 
    behind the light of a lamp 
    shone that of the moon 
    it pulled me 
    so I walked to it 
    it was soft to touch 
    and smelled like the earth 
    I looked back 
    and thought 
    of life 
    what it is  
    and why it is 
    and why we do it 


  • 419.

    I left myself  
    to see what I would do 
    I saw that I made mistakes 
    why do I always make mistakes 


  • 418.

    I saw someone 
    without a home 
    and wondered who they were 
    what they felt 
    how they laughed 
    and how they loved 
    when the last time was 
    that they cried 
    and when the last time was 
    that they were truly happy 


  • 417.

    and we danced 
    without our bodies 


  • 416.

    understand 
    and 
    accept 
    that 
    perhaps 
    we 
    are 
    wrong 


  • 415.

    the vibrant hue 
    of a feldgrau forest 
    where an amaranth apple 
    rolls to your feet 
    in the sarcoline sun 


  • 414.

    secretly 
    you  
    know 


  • 413.

    together 
    for me 
    means 

    being alone 
    with someone else 

    it means 
    distance  
    but not  
    distant 


  • 412.

    where is our personality 
    is it in our gender 
    is it in our skin 
    is it in our sexuality 
    is it in our religion 
    is it in our body 

    no 
    it is in our humanity 
    in our soul 


  • 411.

    of course a fabricated reality 
    is the most comfortable life 
    because it is not real 
    tailored to fit your comfort 


  • 410.

    waiting in the outskirts 
    of public transportation 
    on a cold winters night 
    is perhaps one of the weirdest  
    vaguely negative feelings 


  • 409.

    by definition 
    groups divide 

    [25]


  • 408.

    real 
    love 
    knows 
    no 
    restrictions 

    real 
    love 
    is 
    not 
    close
    minded 


  • 407.

    Boys don’t have to like girls
    Girls don’t have to like boys
    Men don’t have to be ‘cool’
    Women don’t have to be moms

    [No one has to be anything]


  • 406.

    we are what we know 
    but we don’t know what we are 


  • 405.

    how long have you been living 
    twenty years 
    how long have you been dying 
    twenty years 


  • 404.

    I sat next to you 
    sand touched our feet 
    I touched your hand 
    you pulled away 
    didn’t understand 

    I don’t remember your words 
    but I remember your face 
    frozen in confusion 
    I try to explain 
    the wind grasps my words away 
    it brings a miserable coldness 

    you walked back to reality 
    but I would not let you go 
    I jumped up 
    and ran after you 
    put my hand on your shoulder 
    wait 

    I stood there, heart racing 
    but I knew I would do it 
    I took a step 
    and wrapped me 
    around you 
    for just a second 

    I let go slightly 
    my cheek brushed past yours 
    I could not resist 
    so I kissed 

    and you pushed 
    threw me in the sand 
    left me there 
    cold in the wind 
    I understood 

    but maybe you were scared 
    maybe you were confused 
    maybe you wanted to 
    but couldn’t 

    because now you are at my door 


  • 403.

    hidden from the world 
    two boys 
    in the forest 
    holding hands 

    they wish  
    they could 
    hold hands 
    in the world 


  • 402.

    we tell our children  
    how the world works 
    even though we don’t know 
    how the world works 


  • 401.

    you are my muse 
    you are my emotion 

    without you what would I write 
    without you what would I feel 


  • 400.

    it breaks my heart 
    that we are scared to be alone 
    because alone we shall be 
    and that is nothing to be afraid of 


  • 399.

    I loved our moments together 
    things are different now 
    perhaps after  
    this wild flow of time 
    we will have 
    moments together again 


  • 398.

    I am falling  
    I am falling 
    yet I have wings 

    the harder I fall 
    the higher the urge 
    to fly 


  • 397.

    music comes 
    when stress is gone 
    then there is space 
    for joy in my mind 


  • 396.

    my dear 
    do you see more 
    than your broken heart 

    can you see  
    the leaves on the ground 
    and the pinkness of the sky 
    or do you only see  
    your tears on a page 
    do you notice  
    the world around you  
    or is it all a blur 

    my dear 
    I wish you could see 
    that it is going to be okay 
    that we may live till we die 
    and that that is okay 


  • 395.

    limited space 


  • 394.

    behind blank eyes 
    panic flayed 

    behind silence 
    a sensitive truth