#rhymingtherapy

May days on the river clinging to every dramatic twist & turn, hugging every lethargic bend & curve—all the way to the sea

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Hiding behind broken stories.

Aching head, broken promises

Not letting go of past indiscretions,

Hiding behind anonymous tales,

Watching in windows for stories to tell.

Birthed in paranoid, tortured delusions,

Living a lie of self grandeur illusions.

Alliteration across nations intensity arises,

Intensify, misaligned, beliefs you've designed.

Let go, no more, hold on to victimization,

Never your fault while you torture us all.

Come out of your darkness and into the light,

Every day feelings are born to die.

You choose which ones you want to feed,

While the rest of us live, love, and

Breathe.

What am I feeling

well that starts with you

and it makes its way down.

It’s harder to write poems

with or without you around.

You call me crazy and crazy

is exactly how I feel.

If you had asked me why

then I’d have nothing to conceal.

Something is vanishing tonight

with little hope in sight.

I’m putting down words in flight.

Everyday I hope I’m making it right.

every year

nature draws me

one step closer

to her door,

the place

i will eventually

disappear—becoming

less tangible

than stone & wood,

my future

moulded from

impressionable clay

& overwritten

by inchoate sentences

bound together

by a treasure trove

of flightless feathers

& rain soaked thread.

Most of us are

learning as we go,

because that’s how

it was always meant to be,

despondency & hope

counterbalanced

in the hollow spaces

of our hearts,

like a voluminous moon

periodically overflowing

from a fervent sky,

a recurring sign

that everything & nothing

are powerful

but transitory phases

—opposing forces

designed to spark

continual evolution

in the enlightenment

of our transcendental minds.