I Can’t Be Everything for Everyone

Life’s full of people needing things from you,

Sometimes it’s supplying true interest in them,

Sometimes it’s comforting words when they’re lonely.

Life’s full of you needing things from people,

Sometimes it’s gifting advice to halt your mind,

Sometimes it’s holding you during a breakdown.

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One Student’s Journey

“…Your graduation poem?

It’ll be sunshine & rainbows,”

Unveiled what I had found odd,

Upon finishing my last final:

There was no instant deflation,

No sudden rush of endorphins.

Graduation is just another checkmark on my master list,

Signaling the next greatest purpose to take the forefront.

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No Poem November

A poem began to form as I fell asleep,

I was too exhausted to write it down,

Instead it ebbed and flowed on by.

Even as unconsciousness took me,

I tried to grasp onto the stanzas,

While they withdrew inside the vault.

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Souls Don’t Die | A Poem for my Grandparents

All my grandparents have left,

Yet none of them are gone.

They left behind disease,

They left behind old age,

They left behind suff’ring.

Now it all starts anew,

Every spirit’s next step.

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Poetry Doesn’t Have to be Perfect

“Oh no, that stanza should be over there…”

Publishing poetry changes the words,

They no longer only belong to me,

Every reader has their own impression,

Clicking publish removes it from my control.

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“What’s Buddhism?” | Eightfold Path: Right Speech

Whenever I’m asked to explain Buddhism,

My mind goes into immediate hyperdrive,

My soul scrambles to discover the right words,

How do I know which are the right words,

When I’m not an enlightened being?

How do I align with teachings of right speech,

When I must explain such a personal thing?

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What’s the Purpose of Poetry?


You can’t hear my words,

You can’t sing along to the tune,

You can’t listen for comfort in isolation.


You can’t watch my words,

You can’t view the imagery,

You can’t see descriptions as distraction.

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