It Is

It is this or that
Or that or this
Is she mad or sad
or is she sad he's missed
Is it right or wrong
or can some wrongs be right
Is there universal truth thoughts at night
Is nothing always something
and something sometimes nothing
Are all questions worth asking
Or should some be avoided
Is this anxiety or am am I paranoid
Is it this or is it that
Choices,Decisions, Chance

Progress

Fear to change or fail to change

Still the same I play the game

Snow drops melt in storm drains

Evaporation reflects tears cleared from face

Running in place backwards sloth pace

Progress is patience

"Discontent is the first step"

Oscar Wilde said it best

Inhale each breathe

Forward march each step

Charge

All at Once

Stress grow from a cyst pool of anxiety
Inside of me a monster lurking fighting me
My shadow is also around I can’t shake him
Fluorescent darkness represents my fluid mind
Intelligent yet cynical then carefree blissful
All at once
Uncertain whose side I’ll take
All at once
One more heartache, I’m bound to break
All at once
These stomping grounds are scattered with snakes
All at once
It begins to build
All at once
These emotions will not yield
All at once

Brunette in White Clothing

Brown eyes with the depth of earth's soil

Worldly with youthful exuberance

Breathless in an earnest trance

Light reflecting off olive oil skin

Spoken word amiss in a silence of echos

A moment held on to with unwavering eyes

Simple, unplanned, unforgettable

The return of savory feeling apprised

The Runner

Shortness of breath
The hustle of leaves
Move swiftly while the wind blows beneath
Urgency sensed as the pavement patters
Shadow in pursuit of a stranger, the latter
Eyes distant as the teeth chatter
Motion
Movement
Action
Forward progress ahead
Limbs question existence
Persistence
Stampede
Going the distance