Conflict in real life
is much harsher than words
the churning pain, the fleeting agony,
it’s an all too familiar cacophony.
The fear that rises in swells is
washing in waves of nauseous expectation.
Inept and Insecure
A deep breath may help
to calm my shaking hands
Drama makes for 1 good story
1 good story stomps on present glory.
These sparks of
An overused word
for this paralyzing emotion.
Fear of Failure
Words paint pictures,
so beautiful at times,
but I find, no matter the rhyme
as the real thing.
A rational mind and a heart of stone
can still be broken when left alone
in a second of intense
awareness of life and its proximity
the smallness of self and self-ability
Perspective is good when the glass is half-full;
but why fool with a glass
when you’re up to your neck in the river?
The glass it cracks
and washes itself home.
Your thoughts, again, are left
I can hear them SHOUT,
tripping over each other in a mad rush
to be heard.
how I’m supposed to play this game
my strategy ain’t apathy
it’s a head on collision
…a direct affront.
Face it don’t chase it,
a headache tastes better