Poems From Nowhere
NOW, HERE
There is nowhere to be
There is nothing to do
Between here and there
Between me and you
This is all there is
After your born
But before you die
All that matters
Is if you truly felt alive
IT WAS ALWAYS ME
There was you
And there was me
From behind our lenses
We could not see
Never what stood in front of us
Only what burned before
The past projected
The present kept score
I just wanted you to see me
And I wanted to see you
But we kept ourselves hidden
Until our faces turned blue
In the blue we could not breathe
The distance grew greater
And stronger
Until it began to seethe
And in the end
Oh in the end
When I finally walked away
And you let me leave
Instead of stay
What I finally did see
Was ultimately it was me
Hidden from me
ILLUSION.0
I’m here for it
Waves crashing
Dreams shattering
What any of it means to me
As painful as it is to be
To not be
Is not to be set free
To be set free
Is to see
Whether you believe or not
Won't stop you from happening
WHAT IF?
What if this is heaven
What if this is hell too
What if all of life
Is a dance between the two
What will you let go of
What will you let remain
The past may be carved in time
But your mind can always change
Blah blah blah
I write poems with pictures I take
Like some sort of millennial
Trying to understand
What is real
And what is fake
PS we’ll all be dead one day
LANGUAGE
It’s only a matter of time
She said
What goes around comes around
You know?
That's the attitude
For the platitude
What will you give me this day
Another series of words
To drown it all out
Sometimes the words get in the way
From what it is I mean to say
Sometimes saying isn’t enough
It’s showing up
As you are
As you were
And as you never will be
DEMONS FOR YOU AND FOR ME
It all changed when I invited my demons to have a drink with me
Instead of drinking them away
EXIST
you will exist
they say
when you’re born
but before long
you realize
something given as a gift
becomes a chore
to live as something
they tell you to be
to cut ties with your self
put your dreams on the shelf
and continue pretending you’re free
to exist
is a choice
to remain
don’t tell me
life is a bore
living with an expiration
unknown, the allure
to use your voice
is to exist
with the knife
still in your wrist
LOST IN SPACE
it's okay to feel
lost in space
alien, unknown
but how can you be lost
in the very thing
you are
- space
NO TRUTH BUT OURS
What is just true?
Is it me
or is it you?
The things we think
or the things we say?
Is it how we work
or how we play?
Maybe it's all of it
The black, the white,
and the grey.
Maybe what's true for me,
isn't true for you.
But could you love me, anyway?
THE HORROR
It takes us up
and down
The path winds around crooked trees
Each step uncertain
Unless you go backward
Or stay in place
Hold your breath
Be on guard
You'll die if you don't
they say
Life isn't something you play
But you move forward,
death is coming anyway
The fear to move won't break
Until you take that step
Still breathing
was it all charade?
The fear returns
later down the path
A new step
A new displeasure
Until the end
the fear returns again
and again
FIXED
You are not a table, or a chair. You don't need to be fixed. You are not broken. Or in need of repair. You need to be honest. Mostly with yourself, and yes with them too. Since you are a human being. That's what it is you must do. I love you.