#0142 - Everything is...

Everything
is as elementary
as you elect to make it.

Everything
is as deep
as you decide to dive.

#0140 - Opened

The bellicose beast within
was shattered apart by the beauty of existence.

An immensity of experience arose
and crashed upon animosity
like a diluvian flood.

#0116 - Amoureur

Sans frontières,
voyage entre
cœ urs solitaires.

#0102 - "Patience"

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 21}

If patience lasts for centuries
and rashness lasts for only days,
then which of these is always bound
to go a longer way?

#0090 - Thought 19

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 9}

Harsh, bright lights;
          Now slumber—

Straining eyes and weathered mind
          Meet thoughtless void—unique respite.

#0083 - Thought 17

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 2}

Sometimes we attempt to mask our emotions
from being interpreted by the inquisitors surrounding us,

And sometimes our emotions are masks that we can’t even interpret ourselves.

#0073 - Thought 16

Why not
wander through
the chasms of life
with a smile
upon your face?

#0072 - Thought 15

There it was,
our bright, naïve hope.
Left the shelter of our shells,
found its way into a harsh reality.

#0054 - Thought 14

Here I sit,
waiting in silence
for the arrival of Hell.

#0040 - Thought 13

I know that life is as complex as calculus,
and that it is more tremendous than La Terre.

I simply ask that you help by refraining from confusing me,
for I am vulnerable to distractions.

#0038 - Thought 12

I'm not sure which is more frightening:
Plato's fire,
or the dark shadows it casts.

#0036 - Thought 11

The attic
is not filled
with things
we don't need.

#0035 - Thought 10

I don't think ingesting chemicals would be so enticing

If they weren't served at brightly-colored restaurants.

#0034 - Thought 9

It's too cold to the North,
Too hot to the West,
Too dark to the South,
Too bright to the East.

#0032 - Thought 8

I'd like to sail into the horizon.

To find my way to that curve at the end of infinity

Where the Atlantic shoulders of the ocean hold up the clouds and sky.

To fall off the End of the Earth;

To disappear.

#0030 - Thought 7

Seconds:
 Longer than instants,
 Shorter than moments.

#0029 - Thought 6

If you enjoy a poem,
or even if you're hurt by one,

Chances are
you would benefit from getting to know the poet.

#0022 - Thought 5

I wrote a poem.
This is not the poem that I wrote, but rather
an announcement that I wrote a poem.

#0021 - Thought 4

Love and pain reside
in the same part of your heart.

Be wary of which you choose to hold on to forever.

#0014 - Thought 3

I'm afraid of becoming a tree.

A tree has 200,000 leaves.
A tree has 200,000 opportunities to catch fire.

So I remain a sapling instead, safe under the shadow of a protective canopy.
Spring may come,
but I don't want to grow.