publishings
damn you for writing that book & not keeping me in your diary.
you said you’d always keep me in your diary.
hello’s & Good-Byes.
leave through the same door you entered. & don’t look back, because I sure won’t.
the writer or the muse.
you feel like poetry/
sharp, like edges on a fresh page.
that cut if you don’t handle with care.
you feel like poetry/
warm, like a flame can,
if you get just close enough to it.
what’s the difference between close enough and too close?
and at what point are you too far gone?
i swear, i can’t tell the difference these days.
or perhaps, i just never learned to tell.
you feel like poetry/
real, like poems you read so many times, they archive as true stories do.
what was real
and what was not ?
i guess, that just depends on who you ask…
the writer or the muse.
life is but a spectrum
of lows
and highs.
of understood
and misunderstood.
perhaps it made sense to you,
but it didn’t make sense to me……
A Moment in time
i think we forgot the importance of context,
trying to keep-up with the content.
give me context.
i need context.
it’s hard for me to keep up..
not with your updates,
but with the story line(s).
is this how we want to be remembered ?
is this how you want to be remembered ?
is this how i want to be remembered?
frozen still:
picture perfect,
& wordless.
through a series of stories,
but story-less.
in this moment in time….
highlight reels,
& low self-esteem.
socially connected,
& still isolated.
put down the machine.
tell me your story,
& let me read you these words.
get to know where i come from. what i’m going through. what i’m looking forward to.
instead of assuming based on the things that you see… based on the things that i decide to share.
there’s so much i don’t show but can tell.
i’d tell you if you’d ask or engaged me.
…beyond boosting your engagement.
…beyond boosting your own ego.
but, that’s a conversation for the soul.
when you are ready to have it…