[POEM] the writer

I am no lean machine

of muses and daydreams,

for what a waste of effort

would cynics deem

my silent screams

if I so chose to fight the power?

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[POEM] Ready

I must be ready,

for the muse attacks swiftly…

or not at all. – *sigh*

[POEM] emotion

Encourage me to avoid the enigmatic;

entice my curiosity toward the extraordinary.

Excuse me if I make excuses, for

emphatic am I to emerge

the essence of your élan vital.

Enable my strength. Encapsulate me,

whilst I embrace your energy.

Equal are we, entangled in

emotion.

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Decided to do a free style letter prompt today. I should have gone for more structure but I didn’t have the time to devote to it tonight. Hopefully tomorrow night will have more promising endeavors. Cheers all.

What is coming…

Well all, another year, more time to live. I suppose it’s the cliche thing more than the sincere thing to say I’ve made a few ‘resolutions,’ but is it fair to just give them another name? Objectives? Goals? Self-demands? Whatever you want to call them, I’ve made a few for myself; four to be exact.

If there is a devil, it’s name is…

My sincerest apologies, my readers, that I have been so neglectful of my blog of late. Honestly, I have a few post ideas, the most prominent of which is a follow-up to my eulogy to empathy. Perhaps I can get my act together and work up that post tonight.

On the Edge of Myself

I’m on the cusp of something golden here.

You could say I’m phobic of the fall, and that is not merely reserved for the breeze-wobbled stairs up to the water slide. I shrink away from the railings on the second floor of the mall. I hugged the inner walls, eyes clamped tight, and counted my breathing while visiting the Eiffel Tower. I’ve had nightmares of falling forever into the Grand Canyon. And there are times when the cliffs are invisible, and my soul knows not how many more steps until the plunge; that moment of heart in throat, floating in nowhere, a flash of eternity before your bones become dust on the distant floor.

Hiabun: What I need…

…is to be happy again. Release the furrow of my brow, permanently relax my forehead, and smile. Remember how wonderful the feeling is to be right where I’m supposed to be.