Centers of Thought

I like meditation. It's not something I do for religious reasons; I just find it soothing. But sometimes, this breathing exercises "breathes" new life to thoughts we thought buried in our minds. This poem speaks of such a case.

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Fallout

I wasn't sure if I had written and/or posted a poem called "Fallout" earlier. I've tentatively named this one "Fallout II" as a consequence, but it could easily be a precursor title of what's to come in the text. Consequence must be spoken. Things that are unpleasant are too often left unsaid.

Midnight (Repost)

Figured I'd go back into the vault and repost one of my oldest poems. There are a lot of good ones from the blog's early months! (New poems are scheduled for posting this weekend, promise!) I wrote this one a few years back when I was feeling a little more down and doubtful about my place in the world. It is our responsibility to constantly revisit the dark corners of our minds and accept who we were, who we are. While these thoughts are not mine now, I had serious doubts when I wrote this. This poem is inspired by the classic poem "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas, which was featured in the Christopher Nolan movie "Interstellar". I hope you enjoy this poem, but remember: don't let the darkness within yourself grab a hold of you.