Oblivion is a place that people
often visit. It’s a big place. You
can’t miss it. It’s a different world
that knows no boundaries. Nothing
exists in oblivion. Those who enter
can become stuck. Oblivion is a
state of mind. It’s more than being
oblivious. Ignorance is bliss. Go
up or down, right or left. Get up
and show the world you’re moving
to the rhythm of your choosing.
After the drop off
follows the come up.
You may get kicked off
the horse, but get up
before mother nature
takes her course. Hills
and valleys. Cats in
the alley. Shooting dice.
Mix the beans with rice.
Enjoy the climb back
to the top. Ignore the fact
that you dropped off.
Always take your socks
off. When you slip, flip
a switch. Slide down
but never stay down.
It may take a bit for you
to get over it. When you
see a ladder, climb it.
One day, when it’s all
said and done, you’ll be
eye level with the sun.
Pieces of the human soul become blended
like potions in a cauldron. The body
houses a soul once whole. Like a puzzle,
pieces of the past stick to new memories.
Love is the glue that holds together
parts of my heart once severed. Days
go on: the present becomes the past. Life
slows down only when we do. It’s true;
the glass we look through is fragmented:
a mosaic of sorts. Lines often blur. Things
don’t seem to fit. There’s a growing list.
You will be okay. Do as you once wished.
Resist the urge to be mean
to yourself. Love yourself.
Be yourself. Tell those voices
to be nice, and don’t think
twice about silencing sounds,
words, or comments that bring
you down. You are amazing.
You are great. You are different.
You are meant to be special.
You are all the world needs.
Resist the urge to be the same.
You are rare. Uniqueness must
remain. Feel alive and well.
You still have stories to tell.
Don’t give in to bad thoughts.
Resist. Time can’t be bought.
Being yourself can’t be taught.
Round and round, I am bound
to get dizzy. Sometimes, I feel
like my head is spinning. Brains
possibly missing. Beans possibly
spilling. Like a whirlwind, I spin
round and round, dancing to
the sound of a familiar song
What goes up must come down.
It’s just a circle, not a hurdle.
For the last time, I will jump off
this whirling hamster wheel.
Time to get off the roller-coaster
that makes nothing feel real.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 