contingency

what stays with you
is the echoing cries
heard from miles away
resonating into your chest

do we gamble with it
place it all to chance
not hope, per se
but willful determination

to lose is nothing
to oneself, maybe
but others feel it
repercussions of your actions

passerby in an alleyway
clerk over the counter
a loved one
a lost one

it seems so real
the colours in your eyes
but like all light
darkness follows

i dont partake in risks
or verifiable accounts
i take daily steps
towards bright uncertainty

in passing

didn’t i see you
across the street
getting groceries
smoking, carrying tissue paper
and a grin of dissatisfaction

you look different now
blonde hair in place of black
traded sneakers for high heels
band t-shirts for mini skirts
yellow teeth still the same

i’d wave but you wouldn’t remember
my face in the sea of people
from then or now
not much has changed
not even my outgoing personality

watch you get into a cab
say a few select words
driver nodded with the car in gear
you looked at me – dead eyes
cigarette dropped as you drive away

despair

emotion can strangle you by the neck
take the air out of your lungs
leave you teary eyed
gasping for life

we give in we cant fight it

our brains will throw us a flame
hysteria under false assumptions
not a drop of poison to be seen
just a chemical reaction

is sickness still so, when invisible

grow tired
have no control
pass arms to others
again and again

sadness is easy, bodies betray

so where do you turn

into it, unto it

seeing life through vignettes
taking it for granted all this time
feeling blood pumping through veins
tight hands around the heart

out of breath constantly
nails inside lungs
scratching to make it stop
only getting worse

if you feel it now
will you feel it then
the last moments of divinity
seen in the nightmares of beginners

pay no mind to these ramblings
do not be concerned now
fearing the inevitable at this point
will only ruin the worst surprise

biased memory

youth gave me a bias of my old town. i could draw it out for you with my eyes covered. every street has a memory. but things change. the memories get torn down, the streers get renamed and repaved. the forests along the outskirts get torn down.

i left before i lost more, i couldnt stomach it.

ive stayed indoors in this new town. i dont have memories on streets – i couldnt give you directions. i can hear the town changing – but ill never truly notice. ive stay uninvested in progress and in doing so, ive never become attached to it.

eventually i will leave this town for another – my admiration may or may not follow.