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Poetry of Addictions

Feeling you have nothing

to lose because

you feel

you have

nothing

and

anything could be

better

than the nothingness

you feel

too bad to be real

realize that

when loving yourself

conflicts

with wanting to be

loved

or feeling lovely

you sit in seats

and take rides

partying with strangers

who

only know you

as well as you know yourself

in sickness

not in health

wealth is not inside your mind

but your soul

it cannot be fabricated

nor generated

by the perfect thought

or bought and sold

wealth is not bold

it’s calm

indifference feeling

secure

when nothing around you is

not trying to make the outside in

but putting the inside out

without

question

or

performance

wanting to be loved

cannot be

in conflict with

loving yourself

Crying is Passion

Crying is

passion

for life

Feeling is through tears

not skin

Feel the pain

the joy

the loss

the happiness

within

Crying is not a sin

Embrace yours

your feelings

just cause

you want to

just cause

you can

let yourself

go

feel free

grieve

remember

explore from the inside

out

don’t forget to shout

go all out

crying

is

passion

for

life

Slacktivism Hypothesis

Slacktivism is at best

a hypothesis

unless

it’s true that

youtube makes me

better

by improving my attention

span to 3 minutes

or less

that one minute

is enough

to create a sensation

a movement

that spreads

across the globe in 24 hours

and is imitated

not because it’s adored

but because

it’s imitated for the sake of being

imitated

Slacktivism is at best

at its best

because 30 seconds is only enough time

to finish my most important thought

which may never come to me

if I only get three minutes

to remember

what everyone soon forgets

the fantastic

the funny

the adorable

the phenomenons

people remember the mundane

people idolize that or

who

which

no longer

exists

the only thing that exists

is you

after 3 minutes

when everything is paused

and you are forced to choose

between the dilemma 

of

creating

yourself

or watching

others create

that’s why slacktivism

is at best

the best hypothesis

for why

you should not be inspired

by anything

except yourself

because

who can do that

better

than

you

?

Defined

Precisely at the moment

I was defined

I turned a blind eye

and lifted my head up

to see two birds

flying

away from me

a dog appeared

and yelled

I made them leave

but I kept running

not afraid that the dog would

catch me

me knowing the dog

better than it knew itself

or me

eyeing its thirst only

could not be a mistake

I too am thirsty

but I get sidetracked

with potato chips and atlanta housewives

wondering why I don’t have

what they have

but I’m smarter

than them

am I

I didn’t know I was supposed

to define myself

until the moment the dog

yelled at me

because I overlooked

what it was so thirsty to have

 

Iron Butterfly

Ironically

eloquence

comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win

unless

you fly