Feb 7, 2021Ending ThingsSitting still In the eloquence of silence I’m thinking deep About ending things To be spared of oblivion And the privilege of hope The vain urge to be loved And the placid sadness Beneath the moon of Many tender evenings To be unoccupied By promises of books When today is yesterday And tomorrow is too late We can only give What is already the other’s What more do you want? I am not even dust.Poems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read
Feb 2, 2021Dead.In this sense, I am already dead. Motionless in the air A pendulum hung Where time has stayed in place Locked by the routine of a clock Surveying promises Predating paradise God is watching In His narrowest light This enigmatic corpse Eternity awaits To be forever But never to have been Deader than dead. 1 Feb 2021Poems On Medium1 min readPoems On Medium1 min read
Jun 24, 2020Not my morning.Not my morning. The sun is up. Not me. I am warped Into a me That looks like me But Not me. I move my legs And drop them to the ground I drop them, Thrusting through The jim-jams, Unwillingly loud. The unnerving first step and the next that converts me Into everything Not me. Just because, Your sun is up I have to be that everything.Poems1 min readPoems1 min read
May 25, 2020The LockdownThe Lockdown What it was like If they ask what it was like, Say it was like a long pause, With nothing really stops, Yet nothing is really moving. Say it was like An uncomfortable stillness, So still that the air could balance a small world of dirt, So still…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
