Poetry, Writing

Fate.

Pendulum of Fate in motion,
Slicing through the union between time and space;
Now is too soon a memory of yesterday,
Was it ever mine?
Dust particles shimmer like glitter in the right light.
They blanket the lifeless, and bury the dull.
Here is an apple.
Here is a book.
Here is a chair.
Here is a girl.
Here is a boy.
This is what a dream looked like.
This is how an apple rots.
This is what a book looks like unread.
This is how empty a chair looks on its own.
This is what time does to a boy and a girl.
Life is precious, but is it?
Tired arms cease to cling to a body of air,
An idea that will never be.

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Writing

Ten Commandments for Contemporary Living

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I.     Thou shalt perpetually reinvent thy life.

II.    Thou shalt remember that meaning and purpose must be cultivated daily.

III.  Thou shalt accept imperfection.

IV.   Thou shalt embark on a lifelong discovery of the soul.

V.     Thou shalt not be too crippled by the enigma of art to allow thyself to create.

VI.   Thou shalt not become too serious to see that life is both tragedy and comedy.

VII.  Thou shalt not feel too certain of thyself so as to overlook thy own inadequacies.

VIII. Thou shalt drink a glass of water whenever thou suffers from anxiety.

IX.   Thou shalt not forget the importance of routine.

X.    Thou shalt remember that love sustains thyself.

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Poetry, Writing

Illuminate the Shadowy Mind

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Why is life so lifeless for you, poor child?
Is there a thing in this world that could lighten you up, put a smile on your face?
You are brooding, but why?
Has someone wronged you, or has misfortune fallen upon you?
Have your clouds been filled with nothing but rain, leaving your days bleak and overcast?
Do you have any words to profess your empty melancholy, or do you want to just sit there in silence?
You’ll be okay, with your youth and your ambitions, and your future sprawled out in front of you,
Like a series of still-lifes in a gallery,
your smiles, tears, and daydreams of tomorrow on display,
Framed in white and hung on drywall for you to observe,
A procession of your forms in due time and the sun holding your hand,
Ushering you into your last days.
Don’t you see how remarkable all this is?
To live and breathe, and one day no longer?
For now, you are alive and the stars are your company,
So radiate the light of living and bask in minutes that will have you.

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