Feelings

y'know, maybe there's something to this whole true love thing?
    can't be.
why?
    well, if there were, I reckon more people would do it

I've been dabbling a little in a dark art
Celebrating an emotion previously kept deep in the heart
Trying to figure out if such a feeling is for me
Something I've previously only ever had the urge to flee
I'm not going full ice bath just quite yet
I'm not sure if what I'm feeling is something I'm gonna regret
So I'm taking it slow, this methodical engineer
Is trying to let go and to face his fear

but why is it good to be vulnerable
    what do you mean?
i'm scared of doing things wrong
    but if you don't start, how will you ever do them right?

An offering to Muse

Dear Muse 

I have come to make another offering of experience and memory

wrapped up in emotional filters and personal bias

please, please, help me turn this into something new

let me take these thoughts and feelings and create

with the stitches hidden behind folds of metaphor

where the seams are good contrast rather than shoddy craftsmanship

so that only a trained eye can see where it all falls apart

my Dear Muse, who finds philosophy in the mundane and routine in excitement

I have journeyed long

help me not to falter

to finish what I create

to keep unique in my craft 

and to find more offerings which can blend with the first

see, my Muse

You may be a product of this human algorithm of neurological processes and interpretations

but with some spark of soul and creativity 

I will keep spinning lines from axons 

I will touch the shared consciousness beyond my own

And try to make something greater than myself

Muse, whatever you are

help me create

one more time

and then one more

A sad poet

Be sad, young poet
Absorb all you have heard
Be sad, young poet
Let your tears form words

See, tearful words may stain a page
They may filter sadness, turn it to rage
Act as a prism to put colour in air
Let anger rise within because the world's not fair

And turn the rage and the sadness and all the emotion
Into a killer few verses with a side of devotion

To a cause, rising voices that have been beaten down
Because behind the clenched fists and behind the frown

There is sadness at a world that could be more
It is hidden in the side streets and takes the floor
There are places where sadness can build something new
Be sad, young poet. So you can be truly you.

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A small poem for the Sad Poet's Doorstep Club, as thanks for the time I spent there