by hayden h. / the southern saint, a poem dedicated to michael nesmith / featured in 'a barrel of monkees 3'
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by hayden h. / the southern saint, a poem dedicated to michael nesmith / featured in 'a barrel of monkees 3'
You don’t hate your life. You hate your routine. You just forgot what makes you feel alive. Your Ikigai was never in a job title, a soulmate, or a big purpose. It’s in the moments you overlook, when you lose track of time doing what you love, when peace feels natural, not earned. Maybe you’re not lost. Maybe you’re just distracted by what the world told you should matter.
sing me a song while i sleep so that your voice may enter my dreams
Let Go
I’ve tried and tried again to walk a new path,
Yet there’s a rope tied to my waist pulling me back in.
Back in to a war zone we call love.
Is this love?
Love and hate are so close, so they say,
And that’s why you won’t keep away.
Away from me, and away from my boundaries-
You don’t just walk the line, you rub it out, and leave foot prints.
Imprinted on my mind and heart, more like a scar,
Likened to a keloid that keeps growing and growing.
More cuts, more wounds,
More broken hearts that shatter onto the floor,
The shards pierce my palms as I try to pick up the pieces once more.
Please this time, just let me go,
Let me leave.
From, SCN
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Although
It feels good to love a human for once.
I wake up on days end, hallowed in nightmares
And a dream sleeps by my side.
Mornings and showers don’t scare me anymore,
In sleep I salvage.
The horrors continue to leave their trail,
But I’ve been teep toeing around them,
Maybe this time I’ll find home
The end of this road is a flaming hope.
I wake up —
And I finally wake up.
“Sincerely a Companion” by R.Marose - 2025 Revision
I’ve changed since the first time I wrote this, and so has my writing. Wanted to give my first fandom poetry piece a little face lift. I’ll be handing these out as art prints at Gallifrey One this weekend to a certain few! I also have the ribbons to go with it.
Is it day dreaming or just pure stupidity, to ever think we could be one again...To ever think we could look into each other's eyes and smile like we once did...Have you ever thought about our reunion?...Have you ever thought that what once seemed like a dream could really come true...?..Or may be it is all best in a dream...
-M