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Month: November, 2015

Late Night Thought X21

My spirits are beat down. I’m finally willing to admit it. The sleepless nights, indecisive thoughts, and eradic emotions are beginning to make sense. It’s hard to swallow your pride and admit when you’re hurt. It’s easy to mistake these feelings for weakness. 

I’m not weak. I am hurt. I am struggling. And now I’m going to work to change that. 

Consuming late night thoughts you strike again, I’m striking back. 

-ACovie

Happy Birthday

It’s your day
Should I express
My emptiness
By allowing my pride
To step aside

Do I wish you well
Although, not reciprocated
Is this what fate slated?
Wondering what to say
Does it matter any way?

Happy day of birth
To you and all your pride
Perhaps some day we’ll collide
It’s against my better judgement
To deserve this punishment

– ACovie

Aspirations

I aspire
To inspire
Driven
To live in
A world that elevates
Negotiates
Logically and thoughtfully
Without ignorance
Or inference

Unafraid
To say
Taking the time
Before chiming in
To realize
Within words what actually lies

Understand
Outside dreamland
What’s real
Consider the depth
How people feel
With consideration
Of sensitivity
But reality
Of actuality

-ACovie

Now Is the Time

Am I a writer
Because I say I am?
What characteristics
qualify me
To be the image
I believe
To be

With vision
easily clouded
alternate perspectives,
Views, opinions

When is the line drawn
Between where we want to be
And where
others speculate

When do we stand up
For all that we are?

The answer
is now

– ACovie

Fluctuating Feelings

My direction is wavering
Although, this is not uncommon

I set a fire an old life
and planted seeds for a new one
Now I see trimmings are in order

This never ending cycle of growth
At times blissful
Others daunting

I wish I better understood my needs
My desires
I await the day the light bulb stops flickering
And glows continuously
The flame I chase may be out of reach,
but I continue to run towards it
I want so much
And nothing at all

I can never truly make up my mind
The blessing and curse that ensues

Now here I am
lying awake again
Questioning my every move

– ACovie

Contemplative Saturday

And what if I died, who would mind?
What would they think?
What thoughts would they believe
Of my character

Is the world’s perception
The same I have
Of myself?

-ACovie