What is ‘True?’

Ignorance is convincing yourself of what isn’t true. 

when all the stars align

it’s perfect.


a swelling

a world of words,

cooler than air,

often a hell,

for those in despair,

like I, in those moments when,

everything seems so swell.


by Vincent van Gogh

The realest poems I do write,

They hide in chests unopened,

Locked away never to be read,

By the subjects about whom I’ve spoken.


The lovers who have done me wrong,

And the friends who haven’t a clue,

Of the pain and suffering I incur.

Why don’t they just leave me alone?