Good things come
To those who wait —
Routinely intercepted
Before reaching
Destination.

Anger beyond
What gets said,
Broken egos over easy —
Passive-aggressive
Our frustration manifests,
One below the belt
Stab at a time.

Who is to blame
When your frustration's cause
Proves the effect
Of another's discontent
Towards something
Yours?

Indignation
Is an act.

By now, experience
Must have shown
You can't rely
On expectations —
Not even
Disappointment.

Muted thoughts
Tuned to static —
Brimming
Like a hollow
Holds emptiness.

I have
Read your story —
It's not for me.

Then and there
Long since passed —
Who you are
Is here and now.
This time.
This world.
This life.
Discover.

What is worse —
My failure
To grasp her meaning,
Or her ignorance
That a man
Needs words?

Fearful where the rhythm leads,
Beats of life,
Pulsing veins —
Primal urges, whispering:
Heed us,
Your predators within.

Thinker, dreamer,
Plotter, schemer —
Perfection witnessed,
Now nor yesterday.
Patient, stagnant, stationary,
As another day
Slips away.

Encouragement frees,
Expectation strangles.

However much desired,
You cannot make it so
By words alone —
Seize your useless
Repetition.

Unfiltered speech
Trades reason for emotion —
Our poorest motivator.

Half-shaped musings,
Veiled in gray —
Fear, delusion,
Inner demons.
Expressible? Perhaps.
Still, likely
Better left unsaid.

Become who you are
Made to be —
Break that heart,
Seal that fate.
Justify
Our evil thoughts,
So we may be
Forgiven.

Hashtags
Are the new
Pitchforks.

Identity,
Enforced with hostility
Divides.

Not all
Facets of a truth
May be seen
From a single
Point of view.

Most minds,
Saturated
By trivial choices,
Choose comfort
Over conflict.