Ponderous Pigeon

I look happy in your eyes. My mirror holds nothing but lies. I need your smile on my reflection. My mirror depicts deception. It shows me as I am. But in your eyes, I see what I could be. ...

When did you give up on your dreams? ...when I forgot that I still had them. ...

A wolf that only howls at a full moon, rarely expresses it's true nature. ...

A man is walking down a tunnel, similar to one leads out to a football field. As he gets closer, he is more visibly nervous. Until the point where he stops. Camera is behind him putting him in sillouette. He reaches out to the wall to lean on it, with his right hand, which is holding a briefcase. He leans on the wall with his head down. And he sees a NASA sticker on it, an old one. He tries to touch it and hesitates. He is going to give up. He grows to grab the door handle with his l...

If it were my fault. It may have never happened. I should be kind in my choices. ...

Just because you sought shelter in a storm, does not mean you deserved the cold. Where else would one find warmth, if not in embrace? ...

I've paid my debt to the dirt. So why are you coming to me, palms up? I've settled accounts, untold. S'Till you come to me. Balance your own books. I've come up short. I need what I've earned. I need a penny for my thoughts. Can... ...

Be kind when no one is looking. Because you are also in the audience. ...

The warmth of a fire is most comforting when the wood is a bridge. One you know you never need to cross again. ...

The hawk in a cage envies a pigeon in flight. ...

What's the opposite of an inhaler? Huh? What are you talking about? ...I was just. I bumped into this this woman and- nevermind. ...

I don't know what it means. The definition is within reach. But looking it up would devine nothing onto me. Where does one fit? No horn Where'd one would step, to be in place. Instead, I desire where one fits freely. But I routinely... ...

Did you think I would turn a blind eye to your injustice? Placing your expectations upon my broken scale. Not fearing my gavel, because you think it strikes as a feather. Truth be told, it's been misplaced. Your doubt is beyond my reason. ...

I wake up every morning and I put the costume on Playing out a character who's confident and strong But the script is getting heavy and the plot is getting stale I'm trapped inside a story where I'm destined to fail Everyone's applauding for the way I play the part. https://share.google/wRXcvWPFiFbldQSs0 https://open.spotify.com/track/3UrZyFc8TtCY1M6HjX6ltY?si=iAiC-VaPThW2oi4TJj7YWA ...

Planets collect objects in their orbit. And I feel objectified to rotate now. What I am witnessing has me captivated in formation. Those around me spin in a dance, I spin with struggle to keep up. Yet I spin. But those stars that spin around me are guilty of something. Their rotation I do not know. Yet we go. I spin how I must, so I can spin how I do. Yet, I wonder why my sides go and go. ...

I saw a man doing crack on the doorsteps of a church. There's so much irony in that it's... ...

I found myself upon a bench, midway upon a city I have long since called home. Sir Carlton Edwards and Madam Ellen stumbled upon me, a bench which I would seek retreat. An old lady with her dog walked up to me. And while I wanted to write a poem with a different ending, I realized I was living one in real time. So I wrote nothing. And aspects of that interaction will be lost to time. But I did not care. I spoke to this elderly lady, Ellen, and her dog, Carlton, for as long as she want...

Who are you? Who do I look like, kid? You look like me. Yeah. With few more miles, but yeah. How'd you get here? How is- Kid, that doesn't matter. I'm here to take you somewhere. I think I undershot the landing, I was aiming for a younger us. How old are you? You know we've always felt older than our age, not more mature, just older. So say I'm in my 60s. Wow, so I made it to my 50s? Yeah, 50. I never thought I'd- I know. Where are you taking me? Can we change the past? Can we s...

"Ms.Green? Are you okay?" - Unknown. A woman, in her mid thirties, standing still as if mid sentence and time just forgot to proceed. Her eyes fixed on something an entire world away. "Ms.Green, should I come back later?" - Unknown "Oh, um, I am sorry. What were you saying?" - Green "Just confirming when you would like to reschedule the meeting with the Walton account? They understand you're on holiday, but they are eager to go to trial. Our PR team also agrees its best to resolve this befo...

Trust in me. I walk in rain with no umbrella. Trust in me. I feel your pain just as I feel the rain. Trust in me. I would not hide from you. Trust in me. The stranger in the rain. ...

I can't think of a metaphor. But I know there's a reason I met her for. ...

Ghosts do not haunt me. But these memories possess me so. If not ghosts, then what? Huh, what am odd thought to have in a... ...

You ever meet someone and instinctually keep them at arms length? You don't know exactly why. But you know you're not wrong. You don't sense a evil. You feel a live. It is danger. But not bodily harm. A cat in a box holds infinite... Love. So, no. Please don't tell me your name. Don't tell me where you grew up. Don't smile that way. Don't turn back. ... ...

Would you let me put your heart in my pocket? ...

Book of... You're a good book that I picked up a long time ago and for some foolish reason I let life put you back down. You're the narrative that I never told to anyone, so that I didn't have to share what was real and what was just my mind. ...

Tomorrow has all the time in the world. But one day, all the time you had... You had. ...

The sun is sluggish to rise, although it will be in anger this day. Only those working construction and those without construct exist on the street. Huddled next to a neon church, named Hungry Jack. A place with no locks on its doors. So those who abuse substances, more terrible than what the establishment offers, call home. While I have heard and seen many a sadness, this one is sure to take the day. At least, I hope, I can bear no other than this. A woman, barefoot, holding a blanket. In...

She has so much to do... Just let her nap. I need to speak with her... Just let her nap. I need to ask her how to be a man... Just let her nap. How do I cope with all this pain? Just let her nap. I'm scared of tomorrow... Just let her nap. I miss her, all she does is work... ... ..... ......... I think she needs https://youtube.com/shorts/pCZUbuuDG0k?si=tagsHNqA_YFsDMoY (turn off the audio) ...

The moments I have never had. The days that have not passed, I see them as tomorrow. I see a reflection of a life not reflected. And even though I am here looking at a person there. I see myself twice, and it's only me. ...

I bent the truth and broke your trust. I cheated to win, but I am only victorious in your loss. And now I can never compete for your love, as I am bound to lose. What I would give to be tied with you again. ...