I know it's hard sometimes
when things haven't lined up
or they have
but you feel hungry,
exhausted:
your vision's blurry --
kees wabbly.
Remember this then:
You chose this path,
you had those dreams,
surely (surely!)
it's not as bad as it seems.
You're worth it all,
you'll get support --
just ask for it,
just let them walk
beside you.
Don't drive yourself crazy
but
stand up strait,
smile a little,
be gentle-hearted,
and
hard-working.
Things
will
in time
fall
into place
piece
by
piece.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Mental lightning,
chills,
striking,
fibers firing in the storm.
Where am I?
matter dilated:
dark,
grey, and moist.
Red,
tentacling vessels;
bony shell
washed to the shore.
Help, oh help me!
or I’m lost;
being
airborne and forlorn.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
My thoughts are ravens
Circling the sky
And blacking it out,
Screaming
And scrambling.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
Sometimes when i'm writing, it feels like a glass half full, with fingerprints and stains, standing neglected for days on the living room table; and sometimes i flow, like a cold bubbling stream of water pouring into an overfull cup in the kitchen sink.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Rain drops in the lake
Green leaves on a muddy path
Sunlight glistening
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
We are who we are,
we are who we wanna be,
we are siblings,
spirits,
we are free.
We are not who we are,
we are who you want us to be,
we are not ourselves,
parts,
we are unity.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
– – –
I feel small
. . . . .
reassert control
–
small
. . . . .
reassert control
–
feel
– – –
I control
–
small
. . . . .
reassert control
– . . .
I reassert
. .
control
–
small
. . . . .
reassert control
(da capo)
– – –
I feel small
(etc.)
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Fear is excruciating fullness;
fearlessness annoying,
like a bee
buzzing,
bumping
against your skull.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
The fear of being a golem/
a sophisticated creature
of crude clay/
deflecting sunlight,
casting shadows/
purposeless, soulless/
stumbling
heavy-footed
on the face of a
rotten rock.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
You take one step
...
and then another.
You don't look back;
you do not bother.
And,
while you wait,
you're mind's
whistling
a tune.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC