“When all hope fails”
An idiosyncratic statement
Hope is not a value
A quantitative measure
Hope is the absence of hope
Just when you think you have none
You have the most
Because you gain hope when it seems hopeless
You are not hoping when you are happy
When the sky is bright and blue
And the sun is peaking through the clouds
You hope when you can’t see the sun
When the stars aren’...
“You ever watch divergent man”
“Yeah, I think”
“This is like, exactly like that dude”
“Uh”
“Okay”
“How?”
Well, my pompous gelled haired friend Josh begins to say
“I feel like whenever our school does this it kinda divides us into like, factions, y’know”
“Like one dude is good at math and the other writing and that’s all there is to them”
I think about that for a second
What a blessing ...
Wherever you are
If I could reach you
I would only ask
If you wonder for love
Or wander for lust,
Do you seek the world out to find home,
Or to find home in yourself.
Either way-
I can only watch you
With envy?
Maybe
But hope
Hope is what I feel
Because I know atleast I wonder
With love
About you
Your journey
For what you see,
I want to hear,
And for what you live,
I wan...
When the willow wilts
Do you cry because you feel its pain?
Do you understand the leaves dropping
Are like tears falling?
Do you understand
That the color changing
Are the wrinkles forming?
Do you cry because you feel sympathy for the tree
Or do you cry
Because you feel empathy for yourself?
You wilting
waining,
Wandering
Wondering
willow tree...
Reach your hand into my chest
And crest my heart
Nest it in your palms
Bring it towards yours
And synchronize with me
Understand my beating
My rhythm
My dance
My flow
My essence
Mix it with yours and create a waltz
And pepper in the stepping
A leap into the unknown
A brew of connection
A drunken entropy
A mindless soulful union
Don’t tell me what you want with my heart
Li...
Dancing
is a ritual
The jovial expressions of people gathered to rejoice
Or in ceremony
Their bodies flailing in a rhythmic sway
To embody a voice
It’s all a ritual
Of celebration
Of appreciation
Of love
Or of mourning
Of wrath
Of time passing the sun,
For night
To morning
As I sit on the grass tonight I notice the stars
unmoving
no shimmer
No waining glow
There is nothing they want to d...
No.
My eyes opened and in came the stars, like the universe vomited down my eyeballs forcefully every secret of the cosmos
I felt the sensation of a perfectly crafted piece of orgagami being forcefully opened back into paper, leaving cuts and scuff marks in its haste
I could not speak, my tounge was barren of saliva as if it evaporated with the heat of what I’ve been told
Every muscle in my bod...
I pulled over for a car on the street
The trunk was open and the hazards were on
The flames were low, but present
My window was down
And I asked the large, scruffy-bearded man
“Are you okay”
The flames grew
He raises his hand, with a wrench I didn’t see before
And points
“Go”
The flames became a wildfire
And so I do
I pull away fast as I could, noticing he was looking at me as I d...
I went to the barber, thanked my barber and went home to my flat
I didn’t look in any side mirrors intentionally to not spoil the big reveal
I open my bathroom door, turn on the lights, and prepare to admire my new freshly shaped head
“Why”
I ask myself
“Do I still get an eyebrow slit at 30?”
………
I sit down on my couch and fiddle with my keys
I run them through my fingers like thread
Pro...
