striving for danger

 da

why should i be satisfied
with mediocrity
why should i stop dreaming
of triumph
why should i distance myself
from risks
why should i give in to life
of security

my determination is who i am
fuck adequacy
my dreams are what drive me
fuck nightmares
my adventures are what excite me
fuck distress
my treacherous path is silk to me
fuck safety

judgements

A photo by Julia Caesar. unsplash.com/photos/DpoMKEARZe4

a little hair out of place
a little longer in the bed
a little decibel higher
and i am judged

there’s a finality in that guess
no heed given to what i said
trying to balance a high wire
still i am judged

that plastered smile on your face
is that purple skirt with red
like a hooker on hire
yes, you are judged

everyone judges everyone else
but judge themselves, they see red
and yet goes on, this quagmire
we are all fucked

waiting for you

waiting

withdrawn from the world
alone for a long quest
inhibited and furled
thriving on my own zest
inundated as solitude hurled
never felt such unrest
geared for a life whirled
fear thumping neath chest
optimistic yet curled
rational, yet with unrest
yearning for love swirled
one day it will attest
until then, my world…