Part 1 of 27 "Untitled Arrogance"

I'm feeling ambitious! Don't you live how I start my posts like we're already in the middle of a shared thought? Back to my ambition, today is July 5th! Okay, not exactly shocking, but I've been feeling like I need to hone my skills and practice achieving different affects through their composition. As a result of this epiphany of sorts, I am going to undertake a challenge of my own making; I am going to post a poem, long or short or structured or free verse, every day for the rest of the month. I'm always complaining of lack of time but I seem to find enough time to loaf around! Thus, I am dedicating a portion of each day to writing anything I can think of and posting it on here. I'd love to have all of you along for this short literary journey! Please continue to check back for my daily posts and feel free to comment on anything you read! I love feedback! My free time for today has been exhausted but I'll leave you with the first installment in this series. Enjoy!!!!

Untitled Arrogance

Arrogant uncaring
The world surrounds
Against my better knowledge
It pounds and pounds
I'm stuck pickin up pieces
Hopin to catch their rebounds
From all the dreams they wreck
Animosity abounds
Patiently pick up the scraps
And try to rebuild these grounds
The public consideration
Ever telling me my bounds
The comment-haters of this life
Making their constant rounds
The consensus seems to hold
That my life is like a scounds
Always sweating to take off
But never able to leave ground
Good thing only His thoughts matter
All y'all are so much sounds

Write at you tomorrow!!! God bless!

~Armas

Sympathy For Lost Empathy

Okay so this is an attempt at free form artistry. It still has some form but it doesn't rhyme at all, if you know me then you know how difficult it is for me not to rhyme in manipulated speech. These are real speculations which flitted through my head in that brief second of passing. Please enjoy :)

Sympathy For Lost Empathy

Sipping my coffee
A smoothie actually
With the roasted bean
To enhance it's flavor

Then a woman walks by
Her gaze floor-ward
Her eyes averted
From any gaze returned

Her walk is as one
Who has seen much
That life has to offer
In it's bitterness

The air she puts
Forth from her
Like an aura
A cocoon of uncertainty

Just another soul
Half cracked
By the trials
Given to most

A curiosity
Springing upward
Surfacing in mine
Wonder at her station

Does she yet bear
Those afflictions
Which bear her
So obviously low

Does she wear
The timescars
Or open sores
Not yet passed

In a moment
She passed
All of this
Consideration over

And again
I turn oblivious
Of her pain
To my coffee

Hope you could appreciate it! If you have comments or thoughts on the subject matter or style please feel free to comment! Until my next spot I inspiration, live curious and take time to read to a child.

~Armas

Forced (In)>spiration

A friend of mine found out I wrote the other day so she demanded a poem of me....I hemmed for a second and then dashed out an eleven line collection of tripe for her. She acted like it was amazing and then proceeded to force me to write three more. I'm slightly more proud of the latter three than of the first one but I'll only be sharing a couple of them. So, this is what happens when a writer is out on the spot over text message and given less than five minutes to conjugate something less than brilliant.

There's a spot up on my wall
I'm not sure how it got there
Was it from when I threw my food
Among those years when none did care
Or maybe it wasn't that
Maybe it was a toy
Chucked in a fit of happiness
Among those times of loving joy
I'm not sure how it got there
But I guess that really is good
This way I can choose the memory
Wether it be happy like a child or darker than my old hood

-Armas

Hoped you enjoyed it! If you want a poem written on a specific subject just let me know and I'll see what this lyrical artisan can come up with :)
Until next time, adios and c'est la guerre :)