no reaction

some things truly vex whereas others truly persuade but when is the last time something gave you pause true pause a moment to recollect yourself just to sit with the emotion and let it fade away -aw

what if we

what if we were wrong what if capturing every moment has turned into not knowing which moments to truly capture -aw

a meditation of the self

mind where your feet are that’s what they say what is my mind if not a drunken monkey it runs, it clamors, it latches on yet noticing these and coming back home brings a certain ease -aw

mesmerizing innertopia

the color red, but only certain shades a brilliant hue of blue, with falsetto horns a skyline with single blotted clouds and company so sweet and kind a spiral is just most times the gravity just works that way as in nature, a spiral works downwards in few ways yet the simple things create a utopia of the mind -aw

little wonders

anxieties and inner workings internalized thoughts and spherical spiraling magnetism of life and belonging I see all these shapes and forms and just wonder I wonder why I wonder how I wonder if, then what am I the only one? -aw

a love letter to pluto

the small one, the weak one the wallflower of our solar system some say you don’t matter with all that matter but I say you do you see, you’re still a rocky mass a sight to behold if you had an atmosphere I’m sure it would have worked though none of us can be too sure to me you’re still a planet existing and floating through time remind us that you’re there

a friend to my friend

to be a boy making friends sharing sand a trainset and some blocks oh to be a kid growing old and realizing we’re the same kids we used to be they’re just different blocks caring, opening, holding that space and love -aw

my thoughts alone

my existence a myriad of thoughts like floating in a pool hovering around, taking up space we tend to the things that need tending to but do we ever evaluate them what is a weed (lol) if not a label -aw

who am I to judge

time and tide wait for no man we’re all passing through life on this rock devouring and learning our own meanings each to the same inevitable end who am I to judge myself for trying, being, existing only one shot we get, in this little life this speck of time on an infinite canvas of existence -aw

a checked box

the passion the bridles a love that is sweet and blissful the alchemist turning coal for others into gold for thineself I want to do it for the joy, the feeling the way others describe it a spark, a fire, a passionate venture not just another checked box to be filled -aw

the facade

feeling this thinking that ideas springing off walls like 1000s of bouncing balls this anxiety keeps me chained invisibly yet inextricably bound to something hidden in shadows existing, but yet to be found -aw

down to my core

this weave, I come back for myself to each and every day drive me down to my core let the words that come to me speak through me and within for that is where the answers lie -aw

radiantly pure

suppose it’s true that we’re in this existence of life dancing among the stars so brilliantly and pure why should we compare our spark of life our shimmering and radiating energy to that of another -aw

closure

healing, growing, changing for the better when mirrors don’t reflect all that we are is it our fault? where did we go wrong? skimming on the reflections focusing on the imperfections in a world full of mistakes and rawness -aw

a friend

a hearty laugh and a pint glass full we often forget how simple it can be the pleasure we seek so far and wide can be found right next to ye -aw

one day

one day I’ll be that way one day I’ll get there one day I’ll do that thing one day I’ll understand one day creating our own futures only to breed inevitable anxieties about them yet we are forever rooted in the present -aw

devisive

our instinct is to connect, grow and flourish be with one another, help one another through trials and tribulations yet we’re divided, besmirched and erased like a line of writing, or a harnessed thing but we remain the power, just divided -aw

wasting away

this existence is treacherous we bind and we breed becoming anew and making waves and yet each passing day feels like a curse just time to be filled -aw

pieces of me

day by day night after night someone to love someone to share with pieces are scattered everywhere for what’s in your memory of me when I’m gone or unseen with nothing left not even a fragrance how am I memorized if at all -aw

shells of us

a shell of what I once was a seedling of what I’ve only started to become the only constant here is change like water, we need movement stay stagnant, and we’ll stew and swamp -aw

everything is a mirror

this thing in you i may not like is a thing in me i may not like little acts of reflection stowed away, hidden in plain sight we’re so simple yet we’ve strayed from love and light -aw

self reflections

the shadows hold my secrets but do they keep them? without much luck tend to find myself avoiding I lean into the care, yet I find myself pulling away -aw

golden waves

a string of notes the rasp of an acoustic the flicker of a smile and laugh on the other side a heart melts, begets and begets connected in ways beyond the obvious -aw

crying

how mixed up we’ve become laughing until we cry and crying until we laugh the duality is real but the feelings? -aw

meet me in viridian city

a kid that has never quite grown pixels upon pixels dreams being dreams, little else to do a d-pad and a box of legos take me back, just for a day let the bliss be bliss -aw