am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Categories:
metabolizing, angst, cry, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Reality and 3D
The demons of reality each day
Awaken me and to test my resolve
To undergo and process as I age
metabolizing dreams in my deep sleep
A 3D being that morphs other shapes
In resplendent color and moves along
I will recall this time and ne’er forget
As a ghosthunter where I can espy
The eerie whiteness that stands before me
Creating a ghost that I can behold in awe
To conjure up dreams in the future tense
And supporting new themes throughout the night
Now my bleak mundane world has been revived
For my big bright theater of the mind
To look forward to the night that comes
And entertain my thoughts with great aplomb
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
September 21, 2018
Categories:
metabolizing, dream,
Form: Sonnet
a roses moisture licked by the lips of the sun
blooming feverishly in the love of the light
metabolizing it's generosity warming it's core
tantalized, the flower knows no bounds
basking in the spheres' line of sight
utilizing it's tender touch of security
sharing the space occupied by the soft rays
hypnotized, the rose reaches upward
reaching
reaching
leaning timidly towards the kiss of the sun
Categories:
metabolizing, beauty, flower, metaphor, nature,
Form: Free verse