Tag: mentality

Circling Around

August 23rd, 2026

Feeling and reeling

from the ups and downs,

as certain thoughts over time,

have been circling around—

both positive and negative,

and to what also; gives and takes—

thoughts of success,

and thoughts from mistakes,

thoughts of punctuality—

and no thought of running late,

for the thoughts of actuality,

and the many ideas of reality—

just circling about—

without a doubt,

thoughts circling in,

thoughts circling out,

running rampant; and at times,

out of control—

ones that shine,

and some misaligned; from a heart that froze,

and who knows—

from those that aim to run smoothly,

and others that keep one; totally on their toes,

thoughts that cause a smile

and thoughts that can bask

in a frown—

ones that lift up; and also pull down,

thoughts that stagnate,

and thoughts that boost,

far beyond leaps and bounds,

as a mind that finds—

that it moves as continuous waves,

From thoughts circling around

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Circling

August 21st, 2026

For within my mind

screams of freedom,

among other things—

and to what each waking day,

will surely bring,

breathing in oxygenated channels,

of new opportunities—

especially when it comes to,

creativity—

just circling through and through,

for what must I do,

for what must I choose,

as I step my—

feet out of my shoes,

and onto the ground,

earthing beneath them; as I stare down,

and absorbing the surroundings,

imprinting upon me—

wrestling with further thoughts,

that are secret only to me—

as I keep on—

thinking and firing vast neurons,

as my mind continues,

Circling

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The Storm Within

August 20th, 2026

A Stair Poem*

Dark and gray

And to what may

As a storm is dwelling

Deep inside and knowing

The answers as to why as I

Plunge into myself even more

To ascertain that which may or may

Not remain and look to refrain and rearrange

Different factors within and standing here with my

Eyes closed and in a very still pose and with a heart

That at times feels froze and all the things that most will

Never come to know but the day will come and be on full display

When the internal breaches and reaches the outside and conveys the

Real storm inside that aimed to rise and compiled all of the things of life

Showing force hovering above that all begin from a very strong storm within

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With A Tear

August 16th, 2026

I type this here

With a tear

Running down one side

Of my face

Due to so much disgust

And I write this here

With a tear

Of the inability to just live

In perpetual peace other than

By death

As survival is the norm

As one that exists within a storm

Closed and boxed in

From all sides

And I indicate this here

With a tear

From my other eye

With both a fire and rain

At a standstill there if seen

And so much felt in between

For I convey this here

With more tears falling

From situations of a people

Down crawling and sprawling

But nevertheless still rises

Still surprises

In the most amazing of ways

Through much disarray

Swayed and not rolled away

And built to stay

So I convey this here

With just a few more tears

Of a great nation

That will one day

Ring in tears of joy

And with a change

Of atmosphere

As I’ll look back

Upon the day

That I wrote this

With a tear

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The Brewing Storm

August 14th, 2026

The external nature

Of the environment around me

Brewing above and with a

Rolling storm on the way

For what I observed

Has become more than just this

As my eyes are closed

Quite composed but also

Clenching both fists

For I feel that I’m

Right in the center of all this

A tryst meeting here in the midst

With mighty winds surging and pouring

Rain down upon the ground

All around

But then suddenly,

I opened my eyes and then realized

That it was all a dream

Or so it seems….

And becoming vaguely aware

Right then and there

For this very storm

Was not the norm

Because this brewing storm

Was occurring completely unabated

And uninterrupted

From everything over time

Fully surprised and as I arrived

At the full conclusion

That this brewing storm

Was actually happening internally

And was truly all about

The life of me

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Fluent In Poetry 2

August 13th, 2026

It’s poetic language

And the unique translation of poetry
Into words and times

That began but never truly end
Also forming lines

Along with shaping poems that can really

Remind and define

Takeoff and fly

So to be fluent in poetry
Is to see poetry

Even when blindfolded
With the ability to speak in poetic terms

Without repetition
And to find meaning where

They wasn’t any before

By defintion

All while being efficient and proficient

And never poetically deficient

As I

Think of poetic words being the waters

That I decided to fit inside of the very best glass

As each poem is a class in what

Poetry could always be

For the paper and screen awaits me

The ink always remembers me

And the keys typed forge my fingerprints

For even in this, the poem recognizes me

As its a heartbeat with words

That emerge and converge

As a sunny day in the afternoon

With a steady pulse of phrases

And keeps count of lines ever present
For when poetry calls, I will always answer

So I’m not searching for poetry

Because it’s already found me

And I am home

I’m just visiting and returning with each poem

What was given to me to craft

What was given to me to create and be

Written to see and read

And to speak so rhythmically

As I

Use these said poetic words

Ever so fluently

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Fluent In Poetry

August 13th, 2026

I learned the appreciation of poetry first
And how words can bend lines
Without breaking them

To poetically tantalize and realize

That I

Can manipulate and correlate poetry

Formally or freely

In the manner that I so choose

Then began to walk in these poetic shoes

Then arrived the rhythmic dance of ryhme
The fire hidden within
The pacing of words
And the poetic tools to keep on going
And using these poetic instruments

With every thought of poetry

So if people ask if I’m fluent in poetry

Then my reply would be, yes I am

And in more ways than one

All while having so much fun doing so

Not if I do, but more like how many times in a row

I’d tell them, fluency isn’t memorizing poems
Or collecting beautiful words
Like your favorite collectible

It’s knowing how to use the ordinary

To accomplish something extraordinary

Syllables for weapons
That can carry a poetic line ever so far

It’s hearing words within your mind
It’s seeing the poem materialize

Before ever reaching for a pen

Or the placement of those words upon the paper

And right there is where, the fluency began

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Whatever

August 12th, 2026

WHATEVER (Acrostic)

Wandering this world

Having a life that is

About living moreso

Than just existing

Evolving when needed

Vital to being more

Especially when life

Reflects the real you

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The Poetic Mind That Never Sleeps

August 9th, 2026

As anyone would find

If they looked beyond the lines

To discover a poetic mind

That simply never sleeps

As I continue to explore and uncover

My poetic brain a bit further

That seeks to reach a place

Than even I could’ve imagined

Over a long period

Of space and time

And never asking why

But rather bask in the knowing

Of poetic glowing and flowing

A poetic wonder and anomaly

That the art form itself

Has graciously welcomed me

So watch and witness me

Poetically level up and increase

Rise and combine

More poetic words and lines

And continue to redefine

The very fire and light within

That burns and shines

Took a swan dive

Into the poetic deep

As I come to full terms and acceptance

Of being the type of poet

With a mind that never sleeps

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A Light That Never Goes Out

August 7th, 2026

Poetry for me

And poetry to me

Without a shadow of doubt

Is a light that never goes out

Poetry has been a bright light

That has shined through

Again and again

Since its initial introduction

To my life

From the very beginning

But with no end

Poetry has been like sunlight

That always shines

And something special that I’ve always

Been able to call mine

Poetry has been a full row of

Self illuminating light bulbs

With no off switch anywhere

As I’ve always been fully aware

Of not only its presence

But also its impactful and artistic nature

Poetry has been energy that never leaves

And constantly radiates and permeates

With a poetic glow

Poetry has been with me

Sparking itself this entire time

And being ever so sublime

Even with or without any rhymes

Penned or typed

Written or spoken

As I’ve always embraced a more

Visual aspect and portrayal of poetry

But never a betrayal of the art itself

For poetry to me and my life

Has been unlike anything else

Both describable and indescribable

Simultaneously

Felt and thought

Seen and sought

Afterwards on the regular

And the very basis of much poetic power

That I chose to endure

And accepted all challenges that came with it

As I feel exceptionally compelled

To engage it at every literary angle

With ferocity

Intensity and a certain specificity

That has encompassed me

Both inside and out

So as anyone would be able to see

And through more than just the eyes

As I have come to truly realize

All while keeping my eyes on the prize

And steady catapult and rise

Beyond everything I think and thought

Is poetically possible

Without any fear or fright

Day or night

Always on the mind

And consistently a target in sight

Came into this gradually

But now rolling fully with this

And it’s been more than alright

For I have established much

Poetic love and clout

And poetry for me

Both lyrically and artistically

Has been what its all about

A constant and penetrating light

Even in the darkness

With much more but nothing less

Never quiet but always shouts

An endless supply that never runs out

So poetry to me

And the art of poetry for me

Without a shadow of doubt

Is a light that never goes out

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