i’m so good
at holding space
for others
when do i learn
how to hold space
for myself?
i’m so good
at holding space
for others
when do i learn
how to hold space
for myself?
my poetry skims
from hopeless to full of hope
from desolate depression
to wide eyed optimism
and i know i should really live
in the grey-based reality in-between
but dreamers gotta dream…
unaware
how to be aware
whilst i’m only aware
of how damn tired i am
this morning
grand plans
for so many poems
but the attention span
to leave as soon as they’re started
you can’t
tl;dr your way
out of world information
[as much as those in power
would love you to do so]
be informed
out of
spite
oh no
when the algorithm
hits
hard
it
sure does
get it
right
[as much as i try to
avoid
being known
and perceived]
is my time blindness
not in the day
but within years?
now that’s what i call
maybeHD
for someone who doesn’t really like the color orange
i’ve sure bought a lot of
russet things recently
i don’t always know
what i want to say
but i know when i’m not saying it
i don’t know what i’m doing
and yet
i keep doing it