StarLegend

I wish I was one of those people who shared their stories of the day Who wrote about that beautiful flower or cloud or moon or person Then maybe I’d be a better writer, a better poet, a better artist— a better friend. I wish I could write the beauty that I see, that I hear, that I taste So that you might smile or laugh or long for or, if I’m very lucky, cry But that would mean not remembering the clever things I do come up with— for longer than a minute. I wish I created beautiful things that no one has seen before Things that are inspirational and thought-provoking Making you question and wonder and create your own

While travelling home, a dark cloud appeared low on the horizon, its shape and placement reminding of an ominous mountain. I want to climb it. Progress shows that the mountain is closer in shape to a tidal wave,  even a tsunami. I want to swim it. The mountainous wave is swirling and rising from a single source. It is more alive than smoke has ever been. Despite its position in the sky and upward mobility, the mountain looks as ink dropped in water, and I am at the bottom of a glass, waiting to be mixed into. My electrics tell me that a certain nearby factory has caught fire. We pass closer to the source and see the smoke mix in with the

If I had a couch I would invite you over We would watch stupid movies and smart TV shows, Paying more attention to the actors on our hands than the light and sound from the screen If I had a couch We could fall into each other Our bodies would grow entwined, one inch at a time We could be alone and together and happy, laughing at the little nothings If I had a couch I would have a place to rest From all of my alone-ness and sloth and un-doing The cushions would support me like friends Almost as good as you

"I can't change who I am" Is the biggest lie I've ever heard Before you speak Do you know the meanings of your words? Who you are Is really up to you And not necessarily Determined by the things you do But vice versa It's who you are that determines your actions Not you race Or your wealth or your factions You could do Anything that you chose to If you don't You let someone else control you So listen up Here's the moral of this poem You have power Whether or not you know it Be yourself Whoever you want to be Take control And set yourself free

It's hard to rhyme when you don't have the energy, plasma, fire, lithium-ion, even water turning a turbine, or the difference in temperature in the air doing the same. "The same", as in over and over and repetition and As well as, also, including, as well as that too; Excess wrecks us but a lack is a lock, a choke-hold keep, maintain, surround, , overwhelming pressure To do this and that and thou shalt and thou shalt not Not here, nor there, but found within Which is also without which, ergo, is the truth. Unless I'm wrong or mistaken or lying (I'm lying) Upon this bed I have made, sleep is an allusion As well as an illusion, but neither are