the hungry bear

hungry is the bear
searching for the hive
longing for the honey
that cost a thousand lives
of tiny buzzing bees
who worked for days and nights
but never tasted sweetness
of stolen comb delight
but no feeling of remorse
or any other cares
will drift into the mind
of the ever-hungry bear.

dependence

keep grabbing the leaves
tearing your way up
don't worry about them
as they fall to the ground.

strip the branches bare
as you start struggling
slipping slowly back down
as you fall to the ground.

reach out for the vine
it seems to reach back
letting you know that
when you hold on to Him
you will never fall to the ground.

source

we never really wonder why
our power wanes so rapidly
and our circuits short repeatedly
we just rework the wiring
and hope for better batteries
instead of ever questioning
if we could be made for something
outside our own necessity.

haiku #1

flip the lightswitch on
you never really notice
until it stays dark

everyday

a cardinal quickly came down
into the green grass front lawn
and just as quickly sprang up
onto the sun-faded steel black lamp post
just long enough to steal a smile
from my unexpecting eyes left filled
wondering if the robin who came next
understood his lack of beauty
and what his dull black feathers
look like in reflections.

my brain works in circles

when i think about pictures
i think about their memories
and how the picture isn't really anything.
i think about what there once was
and how it isn't truly captured.
i think about how it can be looked at
and how it can be reflected on.
i think about how just remembering
is living something again in a new way
and how the picture really is something.

two-a-days

back in creative writing class Mr. Wise said that it was a really helpful writing exercise to try to write at least two poems a day. even if they're both only haiku-length or even just little couplets or something. so from here on out i am going to use this blog to post two poems a day. i'm fairly positive that i won't care much for a majority of them, but it's worth it. i'm writing this (and these poems) mostly for myself since i don't think anyone reads this blog. however, if you do read it i hope at least a fraction of what you read is mildly enjoyable, whether it's in a provocative way or just a simple pleasure.