I got a headache
because I think too much,
and my braids too tight,
Sometimes I think I worry
about not worrying too much –
Stress about
whether I’m stressed out
or nah.
My mind moves so much its muscles are a little sore.
Category: Random
Cinnamon Roll
Look at this
sin I’m in
roll.
Unillustrated Comicstrip
Huh?
I was saying –
You know what, forget it.
Because I did. Forget…it.
What was it, again?
I don’t know, you didn’t –
Well, we were talking about …
Right! Wait, that wasn’t…it.
It was…
Hmm. What was it?
I don’t know.
I guess we’ll never know
what it was.
Clock 1
At one o’clock
I won a clock
and
This one old clock
broke.
Now, I wanna clock.
Possibility of No
Always ask your questions
prepared for the possibility
of
No.
Wavelengths
It seems like the more I align with myself and move my life in what I know to be the right direction, the more people [think: family + some friends] think I am pulling away from them.
And honestly, maybe I am…we all have our own [life] paths to travel, and as I grow, I’ll continue to draw people and energies into my life that are on similar levels – unfortunately, that doesn’t leave much room for those not on the same wavelength.
27 August 2019
Happenstance
most of my writing
is just randomly assembled
sequential litany
of happenstance
and the perpetual flow of thought
that spills from my multi-present mind
like waterfalls.
11 November 2019
1:45
1:45am,
and…
I’m awake
bargaining with time and dreams
telling them I’ll sleep soon
knowing
I’m going for broke
and “soon” is actually probably just
3:00am,
or maybe even
never.
12 October 2019
Vernal Aesthetics and Night
peppermint tea in a favorite cup
water in a sticker-laden bottle,
the front lawn a dusky backdrop
in the tri-light of early evening aesthetics.
porch lights blink on –
the first fireflies of night.
crickets trill and voices travel;
cars arriving at homes
leaving them too…
sirens in the distance
too brief to ponder their disturbance.
air moves, moonlight and streetlight
compete for presence,
filming the scene in picturesque haze.
laughter and children’s small shouts
mingle with closing doors
and the wandering breeze
sounds of neighborhood…
time begins to meander
and stars twinkle amusedly,
tiny laughing winks
in the vast eye of night.
and sight and sound are one
energy is air
and
the day fades away.
11 May 2019
Rhythums
The drumbeats, they…
match those of my heart,
Invisible music;
Rhythms that hum only in the calm of unconsciousness –
Also maybe,
I’ve just
had too much rum
tonight.
