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Bridge
Hearts as full as names scrawled on the Brooklyn bridge. Tons of steel and cables perfectly balanced hold their weight. Lost in a river of chipped paint and letters people flow by endlessly, back and forth, but never us. Never again. Unrequited loneliness. Unacknowledged betrayal. I searched the metal beams for the markered names, for proof that they existed. In the crowds of people, the passing time of infinity, In any of the moments Do you ever think of me?
As close as born together can bring two people-- How life has split us apart. While I tend your wounds with salt, you fill up my humble heart.
Fake it until you make it make it until you break apart.
Spiritual Search Part I-Happiness
In the search for spirituality, I found myself at the knees of a monk wearing an Apple Watch preaching:
“Money doesn’t buy happiness” to a room full of yogis with plush mats and stretch pants of every color. He spoke with his eyes closed. “Don’t seek the external,” he said with an all-knowing laugh shaking the table of books for sale behind him. The room was filled with those seeking simple-to-swallow enlightenment A quick fix.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor craving phone screens some clumsily leaving the room with all of their belongings.
One woman, so content in her happiness, snored peacefully behind me. The sermon ended with a mantra in Sanskrit that no one understood
The monk sang.
The words echoing deep from within his chest as we watched not knowing when we would be happy.
The River
Unlike me, water passed by endlessly never once looking backwards.
Sunsets are only beautiful because we know it will rise again.
Darius Simpson & Scout Bostley - “Lost Voices” (CUPSI 2015)
“But to tell me you know my pain is to stab yourself in the leg because you saw me get shot. We have two different wounds, and looking at yours does nothing to heal mine.”
Performing for EMU at the 2015 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!
Your best intentions were overwhelmed by subtle force and clumsy feet.
It is nearly cruel our dreams are reality until we awake.
What happens after divergence is just in my imagination
The sunrise will come, regardless of the darkness, all over again.
Short stalks, silver shoots, stretch up to sunshined-sky with hope to reach there soon.
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Sculptures made from buttons on string
Minstrel Man
Langston Hughes
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long? Because my mouth Is wide with laughter, You do not hear My inner cry? Because my feet Are gay with dancing, You do not know I die?
If you invite clouds mindful hospitality, sunshine will be scarce.
