Tag Archives: poetry

Exude

I came to the forest
to cry out my soul,
to let go of the emotions
that riddled me
and kept me from whole.

And the Earth,
like a sponge,
so willingly took it in.
Embracing the darkness and grey,
filtering again and again.

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Unforeseeable

The things I can’t control
can haunt me beyond belief.
There was nothing I could do.
Utterly useless.
A dead weight.
But to watch as if on agonizing repeat.
There will be no stress release.
Wondering over and over,
cycling the why,
stretching the what ifs,
questioning the should haves,
losing to the I’s and me’s.
A complete self mutiny.

MYSTIC FALLS

The water’s wild rapids roll like thunder,
over the hidden ledges of rock.
Downwards it plummets,
gushing and swelling.
It’s power shown rampant,
never to be stopped.

Around it,
the air is silenced by the roar.
All things come only to gaze upon it,
stilled by the incredible beauty
and fearful of its vehemence.

Old Tree

Old tree
on the rock,
roots gnarled
twisted, exposed.
How long
have you stood
against the coastal wind
on this precipice
alone?

Imitation Nation

This place is bathed
in consumerism.
Man’s jungle
of neon, metal, and concrete.

The people move like herds.
Oblivious, self-absorbed, and absurd.
Everything is a backdrop
for their perfect
Instagram shots,
additions to Facebook facades,
counterfeit happiness
to list on Twitter feeds.
Why have we let it become
so easy
to completely omit
reality?

Our minds absorbed
and stored
profoundly
under our fingertips and
in the images
we so carefully fabricate
and falsely relate.

Winter Holds On

Stuck in this white cloud
nowhere to go.
The North has been swallowed.

Buried in feet
the land hides below.
Above, we are abandoned
by the sense of what’s known.

Stranded
yet home.
The sky howls
and the cold settles,
sinking even into bones.