I like to call them "artificial source of confidence." They are the smack of high heels on tile floors, the knowledge that I cannot trip, that, if I cannot trip, I cannot be stopped. They are love notes left in the margins of my manuscripts, for myself, by myself: Yes. You're a writer. Yes. You are capable. Yes. This is your story to tell and no one else's. They are every time I didn't look in the mirror, Every time I locked gazes with my own eyes (It's impossible to have ugly eyes)
They may be white lies but I have told myself I believe them so many times I almost believe it. I have stopped checking the ingredient label, I swallow whatever's easiest.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
I have convinced myself that fireflies know Morse Code and the stars are just one crazy Connect-the-Dots, if I stare at them long enough, they'll become a map to buried treasure. I crave an end to coincidence, a confirmation of karma, the assurance that if there's not a rainbow yet, there will be. And at its base, a pot of gold just for me. I want to believe that success is inevitable but more importantly, I want failure to be a fallacy or a puzzle with an answer I just must work my way through.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Play some mindless computer game, one that involves spurts of rapid clicking. spacebarspacebarspacebarspacebarspace stillness.
Sit with your head on your desk, tucked in a nest of your arms, dream of what the world would be like sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssideways.
Doodle in the margins of notes you don't have to turn in- hearts and stars and dinosaurs with flamethrowers- it doesn't matter if you erase them afterwards, no one will ever see them.
Stare at the not-quite-white walls, marinate in every second, become as porous as the bricks to time's slow trickle, until the ticks hypnotize you. Or
Write a silly little poem about all the silly little ways you could spend your time.
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When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
The glass is not see-through. However it is still glass. Sometimes colors and movement sneak their way through. Never shape. Brains must work in a similar fashion: so much lost in translation.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
The surface of this world is smoother than a golf ball, its highest highs, its deepest lows just bumps and blemishes from a distance. City skylines, clothed in violet and lilac light, never show the muck and grime. There's no difference between a smile and a frown when viewed from space. Please, don't stand so close to me.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Poem Six: If Tiles Wanted to Rise Up and Take Over the Planet, They Probably Could
but I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. The scratched and scuffed squares in millions of schools, the aesthetically-pleasing rooster in your grandmother's kitchen, the elderly museum mosaics from ancient Rome, tougher than paper, more plentiful than pears, after years of being walked all over- literally walked over- or discarded and smashed for no good reason, or left stuck somewhere for years and year and- but I wouldn't worry about it. Tiling is mostly friendly. It's the window frames you have to watch out for.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Hey, this might be a little late. But I love all of your poems (and you still totally have another day, so please post 20 more so I can enjoy your lovely work more!)
I would love to see poem 4 extended out, this idea of warped glass and communication lost in translation is really elegantly melded together. And what a title for poem 6! It made me smile. Yep, well that's all for now.
ps. please post more!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it. — Christopher Darlington Morley
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