Thoughts...I was never really afraid of death all that much you know?Thoughts...5 days ago in Concrete Poetry
I was more afraid of wasting my time.
My time, in this one life, before the next...
That, and the aging of this world, and that aging that comes with it preventing me more, and more from what I want to do before times up.
But death itself, not really all that much. I see this whole thing as sort of a pit stop. You know, you do your thing, and then you're out like that. You stop the world a few times maybe, you touch who you touch, you influence who you influence, and it's for moments like that no matter what age.
I think the real issue I always run into is just me not measuring up, but at the same time, Again, I don't want to waste my time, so I felt odd going to those odd jobs right after high school in that sort of eerie corporate environment that I constantly speak against. i was sort of glad they hired me only part time I mean, I didn't feel like I was using my time there wisely.
I dunno... It's sort of, one of those weeks
Are You There?Are you there when I sleep at night?Are You There?1 week ago in Concrete Poetry
Are you there when my stomach's tight?
Are you there when I look to the future?
Are you there when my soul needs a suture?
Are you there in my heart?
Are you there, is this smart?
Are you there for me my love?
Should I release you, like a dove?
No, I can't give up, can't give in.
I know that my heart can win.
That no matter how badly I'm losing this fight.
In the end, I can prevail with all my might.
This is not the end to our story.
I refuse to let the book close.
Are you there? I am here.