Category Archives: Poems

I wish I still remembered thatWhat I wanted to sayI wish I still knew the storyThat played in my mind that dayIt weaved and it wonderedTeased my mind for hoursBut reality calledI put the story on my mind’s shelfAnd went about daily tasksNow the moths have gotten itRotted it all outWhat a shame that storyLostContinue reading “Every Word”

What’s a fault of yours? I’ll admit one of mine.I am easily discouraged. The world says that nobody’s perfect.No one is expected to be.But perfect is still on the scale.You’re just not allowed to reach it.And everyone expects you to get it.Get perfect grades.Get perfect scores.Have all the likes.Be healthy. Be active.Idleness is not allowed.AlwaysContinue reading “This Little Fault of Mine”

Standing at the bottom of a cliffStaring up at a great tree on topA golden apple sways high on its branchesYour only hope from starvation You begin your climbFind your first footholdJagged rocks roughen your bare hands, bare feetFive feet up, you think this will be easy A stretch and a grab on a rockyContinue reading “The Golden Apple”

If there’s no time for anything. How do we get anything done? Time to dilly dally. Time to waste. We claim we’re taking time to recuperate. When time is out the door And you’re not motivated anymore You find yourself wondering What do you live for? Family? Friends? A well paying job? That dream inContinue reading “Time”

Head in hand Elbow on knee All you want is to go back to sleep Feeling charred Feeling chipped and cracked Like the waning moon, You want to fade to black A busy day Then a busier day And one more (for good measure) It doesn’t seem to end Tasks stack up continuously But theContinue reading “Burnout”

Standing on the edge of somewhere Looking out at the great unknown Wondering what’s out there This somewhere that I stand on Is the place my journey led to The path that guides me It’s hidden where it leads to This somewhere must be Where I am supposed to be Before the path starts aContinue reading “On the Edge of Somewhere”

The tides are turningThe captain jumped shipThere’s fog on the horizonAnd the deck is quite slick A crewmate holds the railTrying to hold in their supperSomeone’s on the crow’s nestSomeone’s cleaning out the scupper The sails are setBut the compass just spinsNo one knows which direction to begin The tides lurch the shipQuaking creaks inContinue reading “The Horizon”

I’m not good at dealing with peopleI don’t always say the right thing My intentions easily get misreadAnd I wind up feeling a sting It’s exhausting, dealing with people Especially if you’re a people pleaserYou try to make everyone happyAnd you just feel even weaker You lend an ear or a helping handTry to helpContinue reading “People Pleaser”