Author: ETHNODATA1

06/25/26 A New Tanka for a New Day

He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation

Blast from the past:

Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands

06/22/26 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Sofia Sforza

I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’m going
All I know is that I am here
I am always here
Everyday it’s a new “here”
And that’s always where I seem to be

I want to write the song
That brings out my heart
That the world will sing
But all that comes out is
These little words
On a page flapping in the wind

I want this to mean something
It must all amount to something
Something more than an experience
That I can’t form into words
And no one asks about

Blast from the past:

Ineffableness
Immeasurability
Deification

06/21/26 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: gt39

I Try to Fly So High

I want to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I can try to fly.
I cry as I fly.

If I fly, I’ll die.
My cry will fly so high.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.

I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
Can I just try to fly?
I cry each time I fly so high.
I lie as I try to fly.

My time to fly is nigh.
I must fly to not die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.

Don’t try to fly so high.
I fly to try to strive.
I fly so high I cry.
I fly so high I’ll die.

I cry, “Why can’t I fly?”
When I fly so high, I die.
I’d die to try to fly.
I try my lie that I will fly.

I strive to try to fly.
I fly with no cry to die.
I’d lie to fly so high.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.

My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie that I will fly.
My cry will lie and die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.

(An edited version of a former poem from a while ago to make it more how I wanted it)

Blast from the past:

Living in the space
There between the bullet
And the gun barrel