That sinking feeling sets in when I remember
Shrinking makes me better
Becoming smaller makes me greater
Taking up as little space as possible
It’s the best thing I can do
To remain in the correct place
The path to betterment
Requires me to repeatedly ask it
What I need to do to fit through the cracks
But how does one get smaller than this
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May 4 – 5, 2025
On and on and on and on and on and on
I listen, praising myself internally
For remembering to keep my mouth shut
How smoother these cogs turn
By the grease of my silence
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April 27, 2025
Some love we vocalize daily, if we are wise
Understanding our fortune
Knowing how easily it could be lost
Knowing it must someday end
…
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
Words so dangerous
My mind hides in shadows cast
By self awareness
Words queued for release
Fatigue conquers expression
Return underground