#0121 - Attachment

Some will only bivouac,
And others mean to stay a while.
Neither’s ever out of style,
So when you are to be attached

Be sure to know if this will last
a century, or pass too fast.

#0067 - "When have I ever given the impression that I am emotionless?"

When have I ever given the impression that I am emotionless?

Is it strange to say that I need not smile to be happy?
Is it strange to say that I need not cry to be sad?

Is it strange to say that I need not sulk to be disappointed?
Is it strange to say that I need not boast to be proud?

Is it strange to say that I need not kiss to love?
Is it strange to say that I need not insult to hate?

Is it strange to say that I need not waste my time to embrace permanence?
Is it strange to say that I need not treasure my time to embrace transience?

Is it strange to say that I need not be opulent to be rich?
Is it strange to say that I need not be destitute to be poor?

When have I ever given the impression that I am emotionless,
Compassionless,
Mindless,
Thoughtless,
Or any other -less when compared to anyone else?

#0031 - "Pain manifests itself in many ways"

Pain manifests itself in many ways.

Sometimes it's a wave:
it ebbs and it grows.

Sometimes it's a dose
of poison, sinking slowly, unnoticed, into your blood.

Sometimes it's a gargantuan marsh of slush and mud
that you wallow endlessly through; a viscous mire.

Sometimes it's a violent explosion of raging fire,
an all-consuming inferno centered on you.

In any case, the worst you can ever do
with your pain is to leave it unchecked and let it fester

rather than making amends and laying your pain to rest.

#0023 - "The passing time runs through my hand"

The passing time runs through my hand
like yellow sand, both coarse and fine.

Horizons pass as dusk and twi-
-light mimic life, so quick elapsed.

Each moment forms a memory,
a precious seed for mental stores;

one easily lets moments fly,
lets time pass by from memory.