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.