Need to meditate putting it off because I’m afraid of what I’ll unearth. All the shadows and hidden emotions I’ve locked away from myself to keep functioning, to cope. But coping is no way of life and I need to face myself and my fears; take accountability for my life. But isn’t it easier to …
Because it’s sweater weather, and I have no chill… I don’t shiver in my boots; I’m hotter when I’m standing still. 19 October 2020
Nothing sexier than the way a pen writes, its strokes slide so smoothly over lines and angles; Gliding confidently around circles and curves. Skipping over letters and slopes tiptoeing calmly through numbers and punctuation. How powerfully it dots i’s, how brusquely it crosses t’s… Sinking deep into and between the lines, So expressively it conveys …
Rest calls me autopilot disobeys – Mind heeds, but locked in battle with my insomnia; neither make way for my flickering consciousness and exhausted body. Sleep is an elusive luxury… Lately.
I was gonna update my blog with all my new poems but the kitten decided she wanted to help and now I guess I’ll update later because I can’t bring myself to wake her.
Firing shots at the world, taking them in long strides fiery bullets that warm my chest and numb my thoughts suspending them like snowfall at midnight. Just pour me over the stars and crystallize these precious moments before time melts [them all] away.
full steam ahead hotbox me in the shower watching my sweat drip and run down the drain… my body releasing the day’s struggle. Breathing never came easier, set my mind free.
Sometimes I wish I could erase pain with the same ease I delete files from my computer; Quickly, and without even thinking about it, Getting it out of my sight, drag & drop that shit away from me. Yeet… But if it were that easy my memory banks would draw blanks and my drives would …
I feel it when you’re spelling my name; Trying to bend me to your will. Keep me stagnant glass is easier to shatter when held still. I feel you drawing my own whims against me, thinking you’ll scatter me to the winds. I know you want me to succeed only in making you happy and …
Can’t keep up, can’t back down – Speak optimistically internally I frown because maybe I’m doing too much, though it feels I do little; As such, I quickly lose focus and get to feeling quite bogus. All of this feels…wrong I feel like I just don’t belong: Not even wanting to fit in I just …
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