Fear Isn’t the Heart of Love

Life moves in cycles, much
like the seasons.
It’s not a new idea, but
that doesn’t make it
any less true.

So many false starts, tripping
before any traction
can be gained. Gripping
to one another against that
freezing abyss of loneliness.

We wrestle with
this imposed ideal, convinced
that since we have not seen the
societal signposts assigned to
each achievement, we are
somehow
doing worse.

Attacking the day,
setting goals,
hitting targets,
living our best lives;
badges pinned to a cloth-coated chest,
festering, decayed flesh falling
apart with the ticking of time.

Focus on the moment, or
fear of missing out will
send shock-waves through synapses
as we struggle to forget our own ends.

Online influencers would have us
preach endless optimism, or
shut our mouths and not ask the
scary questions.
Be affected by me, read
my story, be inspired
or else.

I may just be another
twenty-something trying to
make sense of it all; raging
against those deemed more
successful within the system.

But I’m doing what’s right
for me, which
may not run in line
with you. And,
frankly,
I’m proud of that
because the fear of
not becoming you, is
no fear at all.

by Erik Shinker

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Music Monday: “Summer Skin” by Death Cab For Cutie

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Music Monday is a meme, created by Drew at The Tattooed Book Geek, where I focus on a song I absolutely love and feel needs to be shared.

Song: “Summer Skin”
Artist: Death Cab For Cutie
Album: Plans (2005)

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S.S.D.D.

Finding fulfillment shouldn’t be
this difficult.
Perhaps looking for it
within would be
time better spent

Exhausted from trying, I
rebel at the prospect of
continuing; and yet
still I strive.

Am I just stuck
in a rut?
Arrested in my development and
seeking only other than
what I truly need.

Expression is nice, but the
sentiment soon seems
forced and insincere.
No truth comes from
these so-called revelations;
only confusion.

I am I, but that is not enough.
Purpose eludes with as
much vehemence as sleep.
My eyelids grow heavy as
the betrayal of my body manifests.
Though I may sleep, I will not rest.

And so goes another day.

by Erik Shinker

Conviction

The other side
must
be wrong;
if not, then
how could we
be right?

Such sure, strong support
must be testament to
our correctness.

Their passion is
hypocritical,
not noticing the
paradoxes and double standards
in their own beliefs.

Our opposition tries to
bend facts to their aims,
in a bastardization of
the truths we hold to be
self-evident.

Two sides to
the same, divisive coin
with minuscule differences.
But that is not what
they
would have us believe.

When did empathy,
humanity, and
compassion
become weakness?

Have we become so
self-centered to believe that
what we want is
all that matters?

There are few things more
volatile
than a person of
blind conviction with
blessed belief
in their cause.

by Erik Shinker

Crush(ed)

Each day I sit and
beg with silent plea as
she passes by my desk.

Speak to me, or
let me speak to her.
But I lack the
courage, the
will, the
want.
More afraid that
she’ll say yes
than no.

Each morning I look
forward to those stolen glances, the
shy smiles that could be chalked
up to simple manners.

I would like something,
more, but this is all
I deserve.

She deserves better than
to be hit on at work.
Besides, she would
rather speak to
another.

By Erik Shinker

Downpour

Do not turn to me for
I can give no healing balm;
no soothing salve to your heartache.
Nor would I ask the same of you.

My words,
turned to gibberish by swollen tongue.
My ears,
stoppered by piercing plugs.
My eyes,
blinded by an unattainable visage.
My feelings,
filtered through apathy.

Skin thickened, though
not tough enough to keep
from fraying.

And yet here we lie; with
one another, to
one another, about
one another.

by Erik Shinker