Oblivion

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.

The Drop Off

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.

Fragmented

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

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.

Hamster Wheels

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.