Poe(tea)ry

a poet sipping tea spilling random thoughts on scraps of paper - or in this case typing them up -

[poeteary]

My chest is heaving from shortness of breath

As I run up the hill to catch a last glance

At their retreating back

As they leave for a new adventure.

My chest is heaving from drowning

In my thoughts and worries

At them leaving to face

The wide open arms of the world

Afraid they will be crushed.

[poeteary]

I guess it is okay to grieve

even after a long time.

Sometimes lost relationships

and ideas of what could have been

wander into our mind

seemingly out of nowhere.

.

But I find it usually does come for a reason,

an association still strong

though not thought of in months,

triggered by a forgotten dream

or a plan never put into action.

.

While it is okay to grieve these things

- though only for a little while -

do not only grieve what you lost

but remind yourself of what you gained

and which “what ifs” did come true.

.

Because you are where you are supposed to be, 

and if you feel that you aren’t, change that 

by looking forward and setting the path ahead of you,

not by reminiscing what could have been different.

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[poeteary]

Probability Theory

n over k

no, I am actually not o.k.

but I keep sitting here

watching the candle burn down

the professor droning on in the background

when I start the next lecture video

that I am not going to retain either way

as my mind is elsewhere

drifting into the depths of recently read stories

circling around everyday scenarios I might encounter

although that probability is low

lower even than the chance of me focusing on my probability theory lecture

[poeteary]

Pain makes you feel old,

Like the brittle pages of an old book

Or a dried flower stuck between these pages

Long forgotten.

Pain makes you feel alive,

Like the burning sensation of downing a shot

Or the aching muscles after running through the field

Of blooming flowers.