Inside the self, outside the mind Where great ideas start to douse Shadows and Fire, yet they find The last brick of this haunted house
The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”
This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
I have been feeling the existential dread peaking through my curtains at night lately. It almost feels like a gigantic kraken passing by my tiny mouse window and looking inside to find only a pitiful scene. At any point it could smash my reality into oblivion or choose to ignore my singular insignificant existence. SoContinue reading “The Anxiety of Existing”
There is a lot to say about this weird Holiday season we had to go through.
It is 4am when I’m publishing this but I was woken up by this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Let me know if you enjoyed it.
This is a poem inspired by Wallace Stevens, submitted for a contest in AllPoetry.
After more trouble sleeping I decided to write a poem on it, on what was keeping me from it.
After attempting my first half-marathon I realized how similar the feeling is to going through an anxiety attack. Here it is how.
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.