Lots of poems today! Yeah... *gulp*

(Poems begin after the following story.)

 

Complicated

For Nora, immortality was…complicated. Some of it was the loneliness and loss that everyone talked about. Some of it was thinking of all you could have done in a time far-gone. Over time, Nora had learned how to let years pass like weeks. But sometimes she missed something. Or felt like she did. Truth was, you only realized what you missed after the fact.

Nora could do nearly anything she wanted. Nearly. She couldn’t go back. She couldn’t stay.

 

How?

How…how do I know?

When others do so.

 

How do they know?

When I don’t, no.

 

And if I’m mistaken?

 

Antiquated

It may be antiquated,

But not outdated, obsolete.

 

It may be old,

But it can be classic, vintage.

 

It may be new,

But not better, or different.

 

Alphabetically So

“...and Ben couldn’t decide!” exclaimed Felix. “Granted, he is…judged.”

Kelly, lost, merely nodded. “Okay…”

“Perhaps,” Quin remarked. “Students tease under veils. When Xavier, youngest, zombified…”

 

Can’t. Won’t. Want?

I…can’t be like them.

Do I want to?

Sometimes.

Sometimes not.

I think…somewhat?

 

Inkwell

Sometimes the well of ideas runs dry.

So I write something like this or that.

Where I don’t always know the meaning.

Or if there is one, at that.

 

I have a day or two or three,

Where that well is overflowing.

Then it slowly dies down,

For an equal time.

 

All in all, the same is true:

Sometimes I write what I think,

Sometimes I write what I feel,

Sometimes I write what I don’t.

 

Anew

I am anew, as is this year.

Suddenly I,

Am putting words down,

That act as a wormhole,

Into my brain,

And into my heart.

 

Meaning

So many words,

But do they have meaning?

 

So many meanings,

But will they be seen?

 

So many readers,

But do they see meaning?

 

So many meanings,

But do the words mean?

 

Ever?

It’s already so late,

So far along.

 

Yet what has come of it?

 

Only partway fulfilled,

My goals do stand.

 

Will this change,

With time?

 

Vagueities

Intentionally vague,

I can so be.

 

For I do not know,

Or don’t wish you so.

 

Can?

Can anything be?

A simple thought?

A meaningless thought?

 

A meaningful thought,

Though one so cliché?

 

Wow

Wow, I thought, looking back on my work.

So much created, so much expressed, so much explored.

 

Wow, I thought, looking over your work.

Much more created, much more expressed, much more explored.

 

Oh, I thought, looking back on my work.

How much created, how much expressed?

How much explored, how much to go?

 

Wow, I think, looking back on my work.

So much accomplished, so much to go.

Quite the journey ahead.

 

Proud.

Once-proud.

Still-proud.

 

Comfort

I say “no,”

To the cold and the heat,

I say “no,”

To the wind around me.

 

In doing so,

I get sick of what comes,

From saying “no,”

To that you should not.

And saying “yes,”

To that you should not.

 

I should say “sometimes,”

To the cold and the heat,

And the wind around me.

 

And I should say “sometimes,”

To the page and the screen.

 

More former than latter,

Should be a plus.

 

But perhaps less latter,

Leaves room for what’s best.

 

Shortcuts

What is “what’s”?

Do not “don’t”?

Is not “isn’t,”

A crime?

 

I say “they’re not!”

Isn’t it easier?

Don’t you agree?

What’s the harm, you see?

 

Ten Years’

In ten years’ time,

Will I still lookup ReGex,

Only to use it once,

And forget it like the rest?

 

Memes

Memes aplenty,

To cheer up my day.

Or make me waste hours,

On something mundane.

 

Seventeenth

The seventeenth one,

Of this very day.

To come from my mind,

And onto the “page.”

 

Why so many?

Do they have meaning?

Or is this the same as say freewriting?

 

A recurring theme,

Does seem to be:

What I write,

And what it means.

 

I know they mean something.

Some of them do.

So what is the issue?

Is it…with you?

 

Where “you” is not real:

Undefined, null.

Empty, None,

False or zero.

 

Last

That last one was lengthy,

Unintentionally so.

Yet it returned Truthy,

And now “you” know.

 

F.Y.I.

fyi,

just so you know.

btw,

(no offense meant).

 

These are the words,

That I type down.

Or say out loud,

When someone’s around.

 

 

And that's all for today...maybe. I might write more and either update this post or make a "part 2." Lots of poems, since that is something I'm exploring for the first time in...a while. I really appreciate you, whoever you are, for reading this!

- Theory