Finding Ikigai

Poetry

  • Traffic

    I walk into love like how you walk into an intersection – Quickly and knowing that at any moment You could be hit by something bigger. Closing my eyes, I tilt forward and pray, Hoping that it won’t hurt, And… Continue reading

  • Solipsism

    There is this idea that reality only exists within your own mind. Where one cannot be sure how much of the external is real And only your own thoughts are known for certain. Everything else is questionable. I wonder how… Continue reading

  • God Must Be Laughing

    I spilled hot coffee in my lap, At least it will serve to cover the fact that I Ran out of deodorant and still have to buy a new stick. Continue reading

  • Two Wolves

    Have you ever heard the story of two wolves? One represents light and the other darkness. The lesson is to choose which one to feed, But it must be done carefully. For while one embodies good and the other evil,… Continue reading

  • Strangely chaotic, but I always look good

    Here we are again. I can’t get the words out, Which is a problem because What you have to say is far more to me, And I need you to know that. My goodness. You look so happy. I love… Continue reading

  • Swipe Game

    Right. Right, right, left, Right, left, left alone. That’s alright. Oh, a match? I can feel things heating up already. Sparks bedazzling and finally a light Touch in this heavy-handed world. Don’t come on too strong. I don’t want the… Continue reading

  • I don’t like to write love poems

    They are always awkward, overzealous, and sometimes insulting, Just like the people that write them. They are a difficult and chaotic mess of meandering emotions, Looking for something to make sense, While trying to make some ugly truths feel prettier.… Continue reading

  • Winded (A Villanelle)

    Deep breathing while seething. It’s a work of two words, Recite the poem of your life:   You Suck. Hooded, harbored, parried head blurs. Deep breathing while seething.   Faces marked with failure, Paint-huffers, losers, nerds, Recite the poem of… Continue reading

  • The Mulberry Bridge

    Two counts strong and strung out Among the rushes below the mulberry bridge Where they exchange whispers and hot Tufts of air between parted lips. She tugs at his hair, Spouts of follicles spill through fists As hers cascade over… Continue reading

  • Terminal

    Little Rock, in the airport, (Something broke on the plane)   Watching the people waiting and praying, I wonder What for? They are gathered in groups of lone travelers, Each making a noticeable effort to remain unseen by each other-… Continue reading