618. I Once Was a Writer

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read.

Who wasted their hours,

Alone, in their head.

For years, and years,

I bled out my soul,

Hoping to reach men,

And it took its toll.

I lost too much time,

That can not be returned,

On words unrealized,

And bridges burned.

I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who spoke the truth,

And left nothing unsaid.

Who wrote endlessly,

Unfelt, and unheard,

In the age of the new…

Unrecognized, and absurd.

For times, they change,

And those such as I,

Are a dying breed,

Under futures’ sky.

Yes, I once was a writer,

Whom nobody read,

Who decided one day,

To live, instead.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/23

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558. You Can Not Guarantee Tomorrow

You can not guarantee tomorrow,

So why must you steal away our today?

Let us live, and love, and laugh so,…

We don’t waste our lives away,

In fear of the inevitable.

You can not guarantee our safety.

You can not even guarantee your own.

Life and time pass us by swiftly.

So, why spend our time alone,

When today could be our final one?

You can not guarantee life at all.

It only guarantees you’re a liar,

For we all live and someday fall.

Life is hard, and often dire,…

Though a vast journey from start to end.

Do not guarantee us tomorrow,

And do not plan, and scheme, and try to steal,…

From the stories you’ll never know.

Life is like a spinning wheel,

Which moves ever onward steadily.

So, do not guarantee tomorrow.

I am more than content with my today.

Let me live, and love, and laugh so,…

When it’s my time I can say,

“I did not miss tomorrow, because I lived today”.

K. Aldaya, 8/15/21

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541. The Unconscious Sea

The wave, it washes o’er,

And pulls me out to sea,

Yet how can I swim away?

When the ocean is me?

I can not stop the flow,

Of thoughts through synapses;

Nor the depths therein which drown…

Moments in lapses…

…Of consciousness.

K. Aldaya, 5/20/21

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522. Yesterday

Hold fast to today,

For it flits and it flies,

Up on and away…

Into the vast skies,

Of yesterday.

Where all of us go,

When we leave and grieve,

In the long ago,

As writer’s weave,

And stories sew.

K. Aldaya, 8/3/20

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517. Empty Graves Without Name

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There is a tall castle,

It looks lovely from the top.

The tower is inviting,

So passersby often go up;

To see the sea of green,

And to the fae, raise bounteous cup.

However, this castle,

Is a most sprawling domain,

With levels and rooms galore;

Though no one wanders without aim,

As each window and door,

Is locked with keys of their own name.

And each key rests below,

In the haunted dungeon halls,

Where the screams of yesterdays,

Still echo through the walls themselves;

And the terrors from those days,

Remain undusted on its’ shelves.

Thence, who would travel forth,

To seek out the truths within?

When blue skies are so pleasant;

And nature moves in expansion,

Adorning the present….

Burying tales without description.

Empty graves, without name.

K. Aldaya, 5/18/20

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