A Poet’s Qualm

Category: Poems

  • Plans Not Needed

    My life is a mess and I’m not sure what to do. I’m forever searching, but never a breakthrough. I wish there were some way that I could assure myself of what lies ahead, and find comfort in that wisdom, but I break apart instead. What traumas have we all not endured? One would think…

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  • Insomniatic Rant

    I’m so fucking pissed at the world that I’m in. I can’t have what I want. I can’t make amends. I can’t follow my heart. I am bound by my sins, and the further I push, the more I dig in. I literally want to blow out my brains—but that’s insane—so I lay here awake…

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  • Fear

    This is my relief. Writing is where I put it all out there. My feelings become vocalized in encrypted code—just enough truth to lighten the load; just vague enough to not see it all explode. The teetering thoughts that make a home in my head are evicted and sentenced to pages instead. Yet, I can’t…

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  • If Time Could

    If time could rearrange Wouldn’t that be strange? If time could slow to a creep —whenever we just felt the need— That would be something… If time could bring us together My heartache would fade and be better. If time could cut off the heads and the tails and leave only good That’s something I’d…

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  • Wish You Could See

    You’re not blind. I’m just invisible. You see me. You know me… But, I am invisible. I’ve heard your voice put me down. I thought I was forgiven. I wasn’t. That’s what hurt most of all. Climbed the ladder of forgiveness just relive the fall. A million things I hate about myself could never cloud…

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  • Insomnia

    Why? Why the pain? Why the aggravation? Why the urge to earn adoration? And for what?! My brain fires off, But my mind is aloft. Muse and greatness just out of reach; Crushed by excitement and smeared with defeat. A pleading! A desperate grasp for life— Held at bay by the edge of a knife.…

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  • A New Beginning

    Your past is your past It certainly can’t change No matter what stories you tell Or how they’re arranged. Even if you lie and give it a twist. Your past is your past And you’ll always know this. But hark! I have a message for you Your past may not define what you do In…

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  • Just For You. Just Now.

    The funny little noises you make, The nonsensical songs you make up, The way you call to me over and over again. The way you point out the obvious, The way you lie down next to me, The way you make fun of the cat. The way you turn on the tv when I’m trying…

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  • The Human Race

    The Human Race

    We are tired. We are broken. We are almost out of gas. Tired of spinning our wheels just to come in last. What race is it that we’ve decided to run? The Human Race—where the winner is no one. But, as long as there is air in my lungs I will never stop striving to…

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  • My Daughter is Little

    My daughter is little. But she’s tall for her age. Her hair, though, is soft; and so is her gaze. Unless of course you upset her, then she’ll sure let you know. A furrowed brow that is just like her mother’s, yet…also like mine, sometimes I wonder: Where does she get it? From me? From…

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