20th

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I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle,

Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall.

Tuesnights.

Content.

Today I speak of nothingness

But discontent and tired chest

I look to far and distant place

To things I love, things I embrace

when all you do seem futile and plain

do i blame me? my choices? my pain?

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Self-doubt have long since clouded my confidence –

Never trusted my instincts, not a single ounce of credence –

What others see in me – always blind to my perspective,

How to have faith in thyself? Be one bit positive?

Daily Prompt: Howl at the Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg

Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

 I silence, I’m mum, no blurting of thoughts

As hard as I can muster, no protest you’ll hear

I’m composed, to myself, to shout will I naught

No worry, embarrassment, neither of sheer fear

My mayhem’s inside, takes strength to conceal

A talent so wicked, takes a great amount of skill.

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Tumult and confusion they endlessly surround,
Nights I make days, long hours abound –
Gentle swayin’ of the leaves, I yearn for soft ripples of the sea…
Can’t wait to be home to you, my constant tranquility.