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Evolving Emotions: The Inventor’s Mind 

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Majestic but plain

Concrete but finicky

Mysterious but disclosed

 

Triumphant yet bittersweet

Crazed yet sane

 

Wholesomeness twisted

Into a contortion of the purest will

 

What is it that you want from me?

A craving that torments your inner satisfaction

 

A sadistic masterpiece

Of enrapturing composition

 

Tweaked by the mind

Solidified in the soul

Written on the tongue

Etched in the heart

 

A chase amidst insanity

Within the mind

Barriers to the complete

The creation

 

Each intricately aligned

Precisely where intended

For the eye to digest

And for the mouth to gasp in disbelief

 

The beauty in perfect imperfection

Synonymous antonyms

Arranged for the insane guest

Amidst a chase towards insanity

 

Evolving Emotions: Resolve

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A much-awaited blank slate

A fresh commencement

A new beginning

 

Millions flock

With hopeful hearts

And passionate gazes

 

Purchase a membership

Begin an instrument

Preserve the coin

 

Stop smoking

Quit biting your nails

End negative self-talk

 

Do better

Be better

Live better

 

Newfound confidence

In a person, just the same

In a year, just the same

As before

 

A new package

Wrapping glimmers beneath

An optimistic bow

 

Inside a gray waste

Previous aspirations

Tossed aside

A mangled mess of guilt awry

 

Pointlessness is relative

Some cling to goals

Triumph in the struggle

And come out champions of their mind

 

Most others agree

A new year

Is a number.

 

Weightless

Baseless

Worthless

 

The moment motivation grips you

Run with it

Awaiting that square on your calendar

Is an absurd venture

 

Move your body

And achieve

 

One life to live

Why spend it waiting?

 

Why say, I’ll stop and smell the roses next year?

Evolving Emotions: Never Quite Right

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A strange place

The table isn’t quite situated

On the once whole tiling

Proper is the word

 

The smell that once greeted me

Feels out of place

Inside my lungs, it is a stranger

 

What has become of

The inhabitants

Which I thought I knew?

 

Nothing could’ve prepared

My mind, my body

For this upheaval 

 

Guttural

Inconceivable

Quaking

 

In the now fractured life

I stubbornly live

My arms crave a rope

My feet, solid ground 

Unsatisfied is the word

 

This bizarre, unsatisfying abode

Which I once called home

Is now alien

With a peculiar look

And paint laced with difference 

 

Will things return

To the gaps in my head?

 

Will I find peace

And solace in the disruption?

 

Nothing will take its original form

The form has shifted

The feeling has shifted 

 

My perception has crossed

Into a foreign land

 

Unbeknownst to me

This is only the beginning 

 

Evolving Emotions: Counterfeit Consciousness

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Smiling faces inundate my view

Their cheer attempts to breach my brain

Hammering away at the worry

The fears

The anxiety

To no avail

 

Laughter fills the air

These lungs of mine force

The artificial happiness sweeps from my breath

Choking on insincerity

 

The sight of fresh and falling snow

Brings enthusiasm to the limbs

Mine mimic

In an awkward sort of way

 

Inside a bubble

Apart from others

Left with the thoughts

That consume me

Waking and sleeping

Smiling and laughing

 

I’m crying now

Real

Raw

Instinctual

 

Yet the worries never cease

The jerking movements

The false air

The smeared smile

 

Faking in the pursuit

Of realness

Indeed.

 

The Poetry Snapshot: From the Rooftop, an Urban Symphony

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Austin, Texas

For five minutes,
I close my eyes
and give into the prose of sound.

Motorcycles rev down 6th street
with a sense of synchronicity,
like a familial fleet.
A lasting roar of a herd on asphalt.
Tires on concrete reach a screeching halt-
a sound bite to a nearing stoplight
Racing each other yet sticking together.

A sudden splash of children in the pool
In a flash, a flicker of my eyelash,
droplets hit my skin rhythmically,
andante, andante
Its graze is cool, creating a haze so cruel.

I catch the gossip of women on a nearby balcony
A decrescendo of shared agony.
Their whispered words are rushed before thought
Hushed in fear of being listened to or caught.

A brief moment of piano
met with the forte of orchestral cheers
from Monday night football.
Empty pitchers slam the table as the crowd sprawls
Frustrated groans meet ecstatic high fives
As this game goes down in archives

Each melody is distinct,
Sharply detached, staccato notes
And creates a harmony so succinct
Before a tune is built the verse wilts;
my eyes open to the fading beats of an urban symphony.