Running in the morning,
a date in the evening.
Off reading another book,
wanting to be amazed beyond text and title.
Ink down another poem,
expressing emotions and scenes that appear.
See the world through the glass,
steal it away for a memory keepsake.
Catch a show on screen,
attention on the film and the one beside me.
Be on bed,
without staring at ceilings as the clock strikes late.
Weekends to be filled,
where your heart longs to be and feels good.
That's where I wanna be.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
the hard, harder and hardest
Back after a long day,
what's hard is not work
but having to deal with yourself today,
facing your inflicted failure
and the flaws that took you here.
The harder part is knowing,
that you cheated yourself
saying that you been away toiling,
while you seek out holes and hide
hoping to be out of sight.
The hardest comes when,
you can't deny that you would never
settle for just taking an average man,
despite clipping your wings
and tell yourself you can never soar free.
what's hard is not work
but having to deal with yourself today,
facing your inflicted failure
and the flaws that took you here.
The harder part is knowing,
that you cheated yourself
saying that you been away toiling,
while you seek out holes and hide
hoping to be out of sight.
The hardest comes when,
you can't deny that you would never
settle for just taking an average man,
despite clipping your wings
and tell yourself you can never soar free.
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