My Poem “Mark in the Mirror”

Sometimes we see things that are not there…
Sometimes we don’t see things
that are right in front of us…
Sometimes we can get lost in
the thought of a single stare…
Sometimes we see mistakes
and we automatically make order
out of the chaos and we filter out
all of the unnecessary things
that surround what we see –
in life, in people, in art –
and we naturally bring
the blurry into focus,
like the art of writing poetry.

Mistakes are natural,
mistakes are human –
however, mistakes are also annoying, perplexing, and for an artist
mistakes are futile in their drive
to want to share something
as close to as what they envisioned
and as close to what they imagined,
as any form of creativity can ever be…
Mistakes are imperfections –
however, mistakes are also
lessons to be learned from
and they are as necessary
for self-discovery
and self-examination
as listening and observing
to the specific rhythm and speed
with which a certain person speaks.

I have made more mistakes
than could ever be counted…
I have made more missteps
than I ever want to recall –
however, I am someone
who always makes a concerted
effort to look for all
the chinks in the armour,
to try and rectify my errors,
and to constantly search for a way
to redeem myself following
a period of illogical
inconsistencies and regrets,
and to take the time
to redefine myself
in order to weed-out
what I believe should not be
a part of my psychological
makeup, and exorcise once and for all
all the mistakes that have over time
become a part of the character
that I daily live with,
share a shadow with,
and who I see every time
I look in the mirror.

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My Poem ‘Peach Perfect’

The wonderful thing about a person,
the thing that I find the most amazing, and inspiring,
is that, like a book,
you should never judge someone by their covers;
the greatest thing that I have learned about life
is that the people whom you meet,
who may have known for a while,
can surprise you at a moments notice
in ways that you can’t plan for,
and what someone is capable of,
and who they are on the inside,
you may not ever truly realize.

People are like fruit;
meeting and knowing lots of different people
is good for you;
everybody has something about them
that is beautiful;
everybody I have ever met
has been inspirational –
however some people will always
stand out from the crowd in my eyes,
because every time I think of them, or see them,
I willingly become blind,
as I bask in their light.

There are not that many people in this world
who can truly understand us –
the vast majority of people,
who look at us, and objectify us,
will never truly know us;
what we do to pay the bills
says nothing about our passions;
when we find something that we love doing,
we don’t ever want to see it rationed.

In life, we all walk a line;
inside, and to those closest to us,
our heart’s desires burn like a fire;
in life, we have to be a certain kind of someone,
most of the time;
in own space, in our own mind,
when it comes to expressing our true spectrum,
we can keep going without ever feeling tired.

I adore self-expression; I love art;
I look for individuality,
and seeing the depths of someone
is more incredible to me than I can mention;
everybody, no matter who they are,
has a heart – some may be scarred,
but it can still beat hard.

The more introverted you are,
in my opinion, the more creative you are;
the more expressive you are,
the more you can bring your hopes and dreams to life –
and, to me, that makes you akin to a star;
the more of yourself that you show and share,
says that when it comes to people valuing you
for you means more, and goes farther
and deeper than anyone can reach;
life, and people, can sometimes be deceptive;
and if I had to pick a fruit
to describe life perfectly,
it would have to be the perfect peach.