I Write About The Ocean Like It Is A Lover

I know you do not exist

But you think you do

Looking for darkness

In broad daylight

The Questions I Ask Before I Leave

Had I been brave?

Was I strong?

Unafraid to speak the truth?

What did I do with my time?

Did I fill the world with love?

© Johnny J P Lee

06 December 2024

A Gogyoshi Poem 5

I walked

into the wild

and the trees

welcomed me

with open

branches

and open

heart

L. V., i found this poem when you let me walk around your mind

Words all jammed together.

No room in your mouth

for all your heart's burdens,

they spill out. A red mess.

There is no vacancy in me,

empty as I am. 

I have no price.

You can't stay.

writhing, decaying in endless cycles

Its alluring, alarming voice. Almost giving you no choice. Its breathtaking complexion. Adding you to its collection. Its taunting beauty and song. Which both bring you along. These factors, ending your fate. For they are purely used as bait. Beware of such creatures, sirens. They have hard intentions, like irons.

this isn't abandonment.

I will go I will not be gone I will be where you are

object constancy

trust yourself trust me trust

Nostalgic Embrace.

I live in nostalgic comfort while I exist in your embrace.

I am ten years old.

It’s past my bedtime time.

I fell asleep on the couch watching my favorite movie.

In my father’s arms I’m carried up the stairs.

Sinking to sleep in the gentle sway.

My body relaxing once I feel my mattress.

The peace and comfort.

The feelings identical,

As if one was a prelude to the other.