Poetry Blogs (Self-acceptance)
We are at peace
when we stop wanting
We are happy
when we accept ourselves
Maybe we went wrong
when we thought we should be trying
to achieve anything else.
there are many people hurting
And we hear about
many people getting hurt
Maybe we went wrong
when we thought life had a purpose
to struggle for.
Or is it life
can't contain true peace and happiness
Or not unles...
Sunday 28th February 2021 1:38 am
Whatever I have done
I might have done worse, and might have done better.
Whatever I have chosen
I might have chosen worse, and might have chosen better.
Whatever I have tried to say,
I might have said worse, and might have said better.
Whatever I might be,
I might have been worse, and might have been better.
But maybe judgement at all isn’t necessary
For better or worse, perhaps ...
Friday 5th February 2021 2:43 am
I see you flowering her
the way you once did me.
Playing virtual footsies,
oozing lyrical chemistry.
Move on they say,
look the other way.
And so it shall be,
my focus is on me.
Sowing wildflower seeds,
shining in the rain,
dancing through the pain,
singing in a field of weeds.
Sunday 27th September 2020 5:41 pm
I can’t believe I found you at last. I haven’t seen you since I was 17.
A few times I felt you near, but couldn’t see you because I was blinded by my attachment to shining knight fairy tales, white picket fences, and the American dream.
What a relief to know you never really left. You have been here all along, patiently waiting for me...
to smile at my reflection in the mirror.
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Sunday 15th September 2019 4:04 am
a week ago
a professor asked me
what i wanted to do with my life,
the quesiton caught me wrong-footed;
two decades ago
learning to walk,
a decade ago
learning my body,
5 years ago
3 years ago,
accepting my body
a month ago,
accepting who i am
thrust into the unknown,
an oblivion that teases me;
infinite doors t...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:13 pm
We sit, splintered against skin:
Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols
From untamed mouths; bodies
Perspiring pits, dropping brows,
Salting welted wounds;
Trying desperately to be brave,
Behave in ways we have always been seen,
Glean the truth of who we are,
What we’ve become,
What we do, what we’ve done;
Tuesday 16th September 2014 12:04 pm