On The Off Chance

On the off chance,
Beauty of a setting summer’s sun.
On the off chance,
That time of all the laughs,
And messages,
Off into the night.

A chance,
Out of nowhere,
Been meaning to,
Take the off-chance.

To try,
Reminders of the times so far gone.
So much changed in no time,
To give a try.

An off-chance from beghinning to end.

Those times,
Looking off into the past,
To know,
To see.

On this off-chance,
Taking the chance,
To get to know,
From the smallest of moments.

Most casual of little times.

A sweet-kindness,
To will on my willpower,
Getting to know,
Through the smallest of moments.

In time,
Greeting to,
The smallest, sweetest, most casual of smiles.

There is no such thing as perfection,
Just a perfect feeling.
Making of the subjective,
Will and strength for the forward.
For it all to be alright.

The perfect feeling.

The random chance,
This off-chance of the world,
Making me feel alive.

Body raising,
Breathing, pushing far through the universe.
To make the most of it,
To show me,
And discard who cannot see,
I will brave the dark seas.

All the world and the intracies,
A torrent of experience,
Of feeling.
All the world,
All it has and may be.
From the off-chance.
Start to end,
All in the off-chance.

Has an amazing day, messaged an old friend that I didn’t think I would see again. We’ve not only chatted but also organised a movie night. So excited!

Been writing this on and off for over 4 hours.

Then some bad stuff came up at work. My mind, it tries, and it overthinks, the worst combination. Trying means I care and thus think. Overthinking means I have to try not to care in an effort to stop overthinking.

Either way, nothing will stop me feeling happy for now.

Given Hope

Given hope,
In the time left out to fade,
A little chat,
Introspection into the self and the world,
The faded path,
A little clearer,
The world of feelings,
Being and understanding.
Finding a way through the darkness,
To find myself.

To talk,
About it all.
Life, sorrows and the time.

The slightest ray of hope,
In time,
The walk higher,
Further through time.
Given, a bit of hope in the time.

For the time,
And those times to come,
As scars heal.
The mind finding itself,
Throughout the trials.

Given hope,
A slightest ray of light,
To push out the dark.

Thanks to my American friend, having a nice chat about it all. So much, nice to have had it. Had a pretty mixed day, started good and only got worse with thinking and other people and some really rude people today. Questioning and it’s now okay. Got to think a lot.

The last poem, written, from a mindset of before this chat. Left, unfinished, published unfinished, a thought cut short, a bad time ended soon after.

Thanks, and I can’t wait for you to send me your next poem!