Tag: Self

Fountain’s Leak

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

There’s such a clarity,

Looking down,

Hands stained in ink.

I Don’t know, I guess I feel

authentically me.

Am I a poet?

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Am I a poet?

Or just some joker

Writing down words

No one will ever see

To satisfy some need

Misguided as it may be

To puff up my soul

Full of self-importance

Pretending some art

I do not have

But soothes some part

Of my myself by whimpering

Into the moonlight

Feigning some loneliness

Of an unearned pain

I do not have the right

Whatsoever to claim.

Or am I just a poet?

Someone once said

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Someone once said that to hide part of yourself,

you also shut down All of yourself.

I never heard truer words spoken.

All the clichéd moments of epiphany

ever seen in movies made sense

as I experienced my own cliché.

written – 05/03/2016

Lock yourself away

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Lock yourself away in a room
For a day, a week, or even two.
Would you exit just the same you came,
Or find yourself someone new?

written – 7/28/2017

Is that all there is?

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

Nothing was ever so disappointing

As realizing one thing.

I look around the world and think –

Is that all there is?

All the stories I’d been told,

Lies upon lies upon lies,

To hide the truth we all come to know –

This is all there is.

A sad disappointing world we cover up with stories,

A great many stories we never stop telling

So we don’t remember the truth we all come to know –

This is all there is.

Stories of wolves and dragons,

Stories of lives and loves,

Stories to trick us into thinking –

There is more than there is.

But these stories are all lies.

There may be princesses and princes,

There may be wolves and dragons,

But there isn’t more than this.

So, I listen to all the different stories,

To forget a sad, disappointing world

for a moment.

But the one thing I cannot forget thinking –

Is that all there is?

written – 4/2/2018

I don’t know

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

I often hear the voice ask me

You know the one

What are you doing?

What are you waiting for?

Why haven’t you done it?

Why are you still here?

If I am being honest,

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I JUST AM.

Mind’s Eye

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry

When I was a child, I never thought I’d reach twenty-five,
I’d just never felt all that alive.
When I reached the age I’d never thought so,
I will admit for a while – it was touch and go.

Now that age I’ve moved beyond,
To life I’ve grown attached, grown fond.
But sometimes in the deep dark of night,
It can be hard to see the light.

The child once more takes hold,
And I feel like I’ll never know what it’s like to be old.
To be sure, I must admit I don’t want to die,
But, my old self, I’ve never seen in my mind’s eye.

Together, you and me

by Kerry Van Dorn | akervand, posted in Original Work, Poetry
I can still remember The first day I ever saw you Standing there so Self-assured I filled with such doubt Of who I was And could yet be But you always knew Always could see That part of me I could never set free Until the first day I ever saw you Standing there so Self-assured I was filled with such awe Of who you were And what we could yet be. Together, you and me.