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Art, Growth, Mindfulness, Poetry

Another Year Gone By

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Another year has gone by
And a new one has come
We welcome it as we’ve done
With each one prior to this one

Another year gone by
Another year older
Another year gone by
And we know better

We’ve grown and we’ve learned
We’ve improved and moved forward
Another year gone by
And we should be a year wiser

But alas, not all things are meant to be
Some people weren’t meant to grow
Not meant to evolve
Undone by their stubbornness

Another year gone by
And things are still the same
Still the same vices
Still making the same mistakes

We didn’t learn what we were meant to learn
Didn’t commit to change
Found it easier to give up or give in
So that is what we did

Another year gone by
Another year wasted
Another year gone by
We had an opportunity, but we missed it

Too busy making excuses
Too content with being lazy
Too caught up in the present
Never thinking about the future

Another year gone by
And life is dragging on
Monotonous and boring
Lacking passion and charm

Another year gone by
And the decades start to build
Another year gone by
With nothing to show for it

We wasted our time
Let the days pass us by
Did nothing meaningful with our minutes
And didn’t put up much of a fight

Another year gone by
And it’s starting to get old
Another year gone by
And I’m tired of this life

May this serve as a warning to all
Make the most of your time
Your days are numbered
So it’s high time to get on your grind

Another year gone by
Another year older
Another year gone by
And we are that much wiser

We did what we could
And we’ll continue on
We’ll grow and improve
And learn from our fathers

Another year gone by
And our legacy builds
Another year gone by
We will be remembered

Art, Mindfulness, Poetry, Writing

Body of Work

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Everything started out so well
We were on top of the world
We had every reason to believe it was our year
And so it was for a time
Started out hot, began the year strong
But little did we know
It wasn’t going to last

We didn’t do our part
Weren’t able to finish out on top
Opportunity was squandered
Advantages lost
We did everything in our power
To piss away everything that we had worked so hard for

We focused on the results
And not on the process
We suffered for it and are disappointed
Who are we to blame?
It can only be ourselves
Kept shooting ourselves in the foot
We were cocky and arrogant
Thinking we had done well

And so we did but we let up
We didn’t do our part
Didn’t maintain our effort
Lost our focus
And we suffered for it
We brought it on ourselves
We didn’t control the one thing we could control

We thought we’d done enough
Thought we could coast
But that’s not how life works
You can’t expect to be blessed
If you aren’t doing your best
You won’t find what you’re looking for
If you don’t do your part

A lesson learned
One that didn’t need to be taught
We should’ve stayed humble
Continued doing what we needed to do
It shouldn’t have been so hard to maintain our focus
But we got a big head, and lost sight of our goals
Hubris was our downfall
For a second we forgot who we are

It was a good year, but it could’ve been great
If we had only maintained our pace
It we had only stayed consistent
Put in a full body of work
Our lesson has been learned

You can’t slow down
You can’t coast, not then or now
We started out strong, but we fizzled out
Ran out of steam
Look where we are now

Never again will we forget who we are
Never again will be put in less than our best
We need to maintain our pace and keep it steady
Start strong and end strong
There’s no other way
We won’t fall for the trap
Won’t disappoint ourselves again
There’s no worse feeling
Than being the reason that we failed

Poetry, Reflections

Not My Vibe

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Not my type of energy
Not my vibe
Not the type of environment in which I’ll thrive
I don’t talk myself up, don’t elevate my importance
Don’t keep up with the Joneses
I’d rather let my work speak for itself
I’m rather low maintenance

We never really got along
I didn’t ever know why
Something was off about the aura
And that’s all I really knew
But everything eventually comes to the light
Everything always becomes so clear

You’re not a good person
Prideful and arrogant
Love to hear yourself talk
Quick to brag
You’d never been taught humility
Never knew your place
At first it wasn’t that noticeable
Just an off aura, just a weird vibe

But eventually it all came to light
And now I know you for who you are
A braggart with an ego so big
An ego that reaches into the clouds

Not my type of energy
Not my vibe
Not the right atmosphere
Not where I want to be
Not the type of person I want in my circle
So I’ll keep my distance
Keep that wall up between you and I
I’m gonna stay away
I’d rather we go our separate ways

Not my type of energy
Not my vibe
It won’t be a good time so why even try?
Not my type of energy
Not my vibe
So I’ll keep my distance
And we’ll leave it at that
I don’t owe you a deeper explanation
You’re gonna have to live with that

Art, Brokenness, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry

Not Today

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It seems to always come and go
Rearing its head up when I least expect it
I thought I was over this!
I thought this was fixed
I thought this was a part of my past
Never to return

But I was sorely mistaken
It comes and goes as it pleases
It’s part of my life
A daily struggle
Will I give in? Or will I soldier on?
Will I allow it to dictate how I feel?
Will I allow it to be my master?

I’ve conquered it before
And I’ll conquer it again
But some days feels so bleak
Some weeks are so unbearably dark
A cloud looms overhead
Bitterness fills my heart

I try to be stronger
I try to be better
But sometimes its just so hard
Some days I can’t get out of bed
Some days I can’t help but despair
But as soon as it comes, it’s gone again like a whisper
A blip on the radar, just a few days or a week here and there

Am I crazy? Did I imagine it?
What had made me feel so sad?
What had made me lose all hope?
Did it even happen? Was it even real?

Something is broken inside of my soul
There are times when it feels fixed
But I am never whole
It’s part of my life, always has been, always will be
I wish I could be better
I wish I could heal and not look back
But that’s just wishful thinking
Hoping for a miracle that isn’t going to happen
All I can do is do the best that I can do
Work with what I have

It will be my constant companion
Poking its head up to remind me that it’s there
Every day will be a battle
Every day will be about conquering my fear
I won’t let it win
But I have to remind myself time and time again
This isn’t a war I can win for good

Everyday will be a battle
Everyday I will need to fight
I will need to prove myself again and again
I will need to show that I am bigger than my struggle
I am better than this
I can overcome

But each time it returns I’ll need to be strong
Each time it comes I will need to be on my guard
Each time it shows I will say, “not today”
Not today, not today
You will not win
You will not claim me as a victim
Not today

Art, Poetry, Writing

The Same Damn Thing

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We’ve gone through this over and over
There’s not much left to say
Sick of this “conversation”
Weary of the topic

What more do you want me to say?
Nothing has changed
I’m still working towards completion
But it still remains undone
I’m doing the best I can do
And I can see the progress
I can see the improvement
I’m working my way through

It isn’t as easy as you seem to think it is
Results just don’t come that fast
What can I say?
Perfectionism is in my nature
And I won’t settle for anything less
You think it’s so easy?
Why don’t you try it out?
I guarantee you’ll fail

Tired of the judgment 
So over the “so when will it come out?”
Enough with the dirty looks
Enough with the sneers
You can’t rush a masterpiece
You can’t just will it to be done
I’ve put in all my time and effort
It’ll get done when it gets done

That’s the last time I’ll talk about it
I don’t like repeating myself
There are other things we could talk about
But it seems this is all you care about
What difference does it make to you?
Are you trying to ride my coattails?

I’m so sick of this conversation
It’s the same damn thing time after time
I don’t have anything more to say
I no longer want to speak on this

I know what I’m capable of
And I know what will come
I know what still needs to be done
That’s the last I’ll say of it
Tired of the same damn thing
My time will come, and then you will know
Leave me alone
Just wait and you’ll find out