my first language poem

A faded day

in my head, again

 

I fade.

 

can’t know who

How

i got to here when

i was

Myself.

 

Heart.

 

Centre.

 

No think.

You are what you DO

–you are how to lose

 

For now.

 

All I need is confidence

or My heart is weak

And i pass out

or i don’t think

And i fall from grace.

 

Today i thought was bad

but into my heart,

people are nice.

out of my head

Ain’t so bad.

 

write like this

it’s nice.

 

I love the World.

 

can’t a sentence

Hope to please

And/or water

the Tree of Meaning?

 

could go on forever–

no idiom

 

Never follow me

 

Never follow my

track of letters

marching

in chaos

as i walk two three

and back again

in the chaos of my under-mind

–the one that doesn’t think–

but knows.

 

me before i do.

 

I am

the one who counts

no quantify

are you sing?

don’t pass me by.

 

I do.

but i am

 

i try,

i really do

 

To be the best instinct I can

 

Ego is an IDiot

 

I find ‘to be’ entrapped

by me when I’m sttuck within myself

I see

when ‘me” is disappeared

 

A product of what–

 

Heart?

 

Leave unresolved.

For now.

i am solved

by whomever I am.

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