crevices and corners

the creak in the wall
reflects the gaps in my head
slowly filling in, not with truth
with dust of the realities instead 

I sit beside this noisy road
ideas rushing one nerve at a time
looking forward to destination far ahead
yet wondering why this poetry doesn't rhyme 

It is the journey we need to cherish
people often say it out loud
am i missing the point i think?
or there is a cloud hanging above the already present cloud

the creak in the wall
that I am staring at
looks back at me with laughter
It reminds me of the world
not proper, not perfect
it reminds me of how I am
imperfect, yet present, in the present conflict

The tea is cold
and so are the thoughts
waiting for a eureka moment to happen
about to get up
and take that leap,
for the sake of
filling with MY reality, the damn creak! 

Do it, right now. 

- Diary of an Oxymoron

hazy clarity

oozing out of the head
a silent war
knuckles crackle
as I go, type type
-
the headlines
dont make sense
footnotes
loose, lose, lost
-
sketching a picture
never seen
dramatic dullness
lullaby in spleen, numbing the skin
-
another tea
green in color
simmering the focus
into absent- mindedness
-
honk, or shout
into empty spaces
of the crowded vision
leading up to
nowhere?
-
nowhere?
or now-here?
scribble it off yet again
into a chaotic
blank slate

- Diary of an Oxymoron