THE STORM
Borrowed inspiration
Must suffice
Until I learn
To possess
It is not for clear-eyed children
Nor is it exclusively for the stormy-hearted
It is for clear-headed individuals
Ones who keep lucid
Ones who feel
The flavour of the day
From the tips of their aura
Down to calloused soles of relentless feet
Perseverance
Is the only currency
When it comes to
Deep-sea diving
Sifting through the murky depths
Staying under
Five minutes longer
Every time
Anchoring
Within themselves
The thought that
Their next breath
Though now only a distant probability
Will be more rewarding
Than if they were to turn back now
It’s all here
Seek it out
Do not fall victim to
Involuntary mnemonic interruptions
These smells
These sights
These ghosts
Will
In the end
Preserve you
In the eye of the storm
As you look around
At what once
Gnawed away at your instincts
Renavigated your dreams
Redefined your soul
The beautiful, twisted residue of what you almost became.
CALL ME GOD
Vices
Are like
Spices
One is bland without it
Addiction
Is an
Affliction
One is powerless before it
What makes me
Is also
What disintegrates me
Who I am
Is also
Who I am not
The glass is not half empty
The glass is not half full
It simply contains two halves of two elements
But that does not make it a whole
It only makes it interesting
Listlessness
Is not
Carelessness
It is a lack of comprehension
Which is not confusion
It is simply an unfinished journey
And if success lies in the journey,
Call me God.
(UNTITLED)
Time
A point in time
A life of endless pursuits has brought me
To this point in time
Where I feel
I finally feel
What it’s like
To run out of options
I finally realize that all my varied concoctions
Of blood, sweat, and pain
Guts, balls, and brains
Were all missing the one crucial element of
A shot.
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