“Latex Lingers” (Poem)

My hands stink

Of latex.

I filled balloon

After balloon

At customers’ requests.

My hands smell

Of latex.

I washed to no avail,

Lathered my hands

To try to veil

The lingering stench

Of latex.

I felt dizzy

From accidentally

Inhaling helium,

“Getting high off helium,”

Unintentionally.

I wasn’t concerned

Because

My hands

Stink

Of Latex.

“Into the Future” (Poem)

This was written 16 August 2018. It’s about my most recent post for Over the Invisible Wall.

I need a break

From the hard words

I’m writing

The painful memories

I’m recalling

I cannot and should not forget

But I remember

So clearly

The pain I was in

The pain which

Inspired so many poems

That now hurt to read

I understand depression

And wish I did not

But I can’t change the past

I can only continue

Into the future.

“Coming Out” (Poem)

I recently came out as atheist on this blog. This is a poem I wrote on 15 August 2018 thinking about telling everyone.

How will everyone react

when I admit I’ve been

living a lie

And pretending to believe as they do?

I don’t and I haven’t,

but it’s scary regardless.

No matter how long

it’s been since I agreed,

it’s daunting

To publicize that

not just to those I care about

But everyone

I’ll ever meet

will know of my beliefs.

“Disbelief” (Poem)

This was written 13 August 2018. For more detail, check out Why I’m Not a Christian.

I should really let you know

The truth I’ve been hiding so long.

I pretend and agree

Go along with that

which is so familiar to me.

Am I ready,

Is it the right time?

Will it ever be

or will it only get worse?

I don’t believe anymore

And that’s hard to say.

It shouldn’t have to be,

But I’ve been surrounded

and inundated with religion

my whole life

And so many close to me

value it

and will be

Devastated

At my disbelief.

“Train Inspiration” (Poem)

This was written 14 August 2018.

The habit matters more than the words,

For now at least, that’s true.

For without words

there can be

no masterpiece of a poem.

And without the practice,

how would I ever create it?

By writing each day

I increase my chance

of stumbling into thoughts and lines

that hook the reader

and outlast my time.

Not to mention,

I gain skill

and train inspiration

To come to me

Rather than hoping it will happen by.

“That Which is Still Private” (Poem)

This was written 12 August 2018. For some more detail, check out this post.

This or that still bothers me,

A lot of which

I do not talk freely.

There’s a lot

I haven’t shared,

Some of it

I do not yet dare.

Not because I wish to hide

But because so different

Is my perspective on life

Than so many

Who are close to me.

I don’t want to disappoint,

Though I know

It’s a bit inevitable.

Regardless of how it goes,

While my perspective

Isn’t set in stone,

I will not change

Because of adverse reactions.

I’ve given thought

To my positions,

And do not wish to debate

Family or friends,

Generally, on such issues.

I understand what and why

They believe as they do

As well as why I disagree.

I plan to explain,

But they may not understand,

As I’ve already seen happen.

“Forgotten” (Poem)

I finished drafting the important post I have coming up. It will be out soon. Also, I bought more coffee yesterday because we’re running out. Another installment of The Coffee Explorations will be out once I drink the new stuff.

This was written 10 August 2018. It is day four of my current streak.

I lost the words

from earlier,

what a shame that is.

They may never

come again,

but who’ll know any different?

The words are gone,

not to be found,

dissipated when I spoke aloud.

And no one there to listen.

No one but me

and I forget.