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Ivy Anna Mar 2018
I am
The Earth Girl
Toes in the dirt

***** fingers
***** toes

I am
The Earth Woman
Feet rooted in Earth

Looking up
Smiling to the Sky
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
In the parking lot now
I turn off the engine
And sit

Smoothing the skirt over my legs
I look down

Toenails a lovely coral shade
Setting off the subdued greens and browns
Of this skirt

Hand on the door now
I cannot open it
I stay in the car seat
Trembling…

I did not wear my mask

How strange…

I come here nearly every day
But always in my mask

I had hoped
Today
Things might change…

But drive home again

My mask and I go way back
It helps me feel like one of the boys
Sometimes it's hard
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
Sitting alone with a pen
While the darkness
And night closes in

***** on ice once again
Self medication
Has it's limitation

But then…

What's in a word
Or a glass
For that matter
As I sit on my ***
Contemplating the scatter
Of thoughts in my head

Sometimes I think…
I'd rather be dead


But the stink
When they broke down the door
Was so bad
That they puked on the floor


I'm sorry for the mess
This one is a bit dark… but sometimes it gets like that
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
I wish I wish
I had some word
A wondrous thought to share
But when I search inside my head
I find that there's nothing there

Pretensions of Profound-full-ness
Are all around I see
And when there's no more to be said
Someone will have to speak

This struggle for the last word
Is just a waste of breath
(Forgive me if I hold my ears
You're boring me to death)

But if you can't be silent
At least take some time to think
For diarrhea of the brain
Can really cause a stink
I didn't mean to be negative here - I think I may have had politics in mind.
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
I fear…
This obsession of mine
Can not be ignored
Though it torments the mind
And more

But…
They're swifter than thought
With their strings
And their things
It has all been for naught

These tangles…
They twist and they bind
The hands and the feet
It's the voice from behind
That speaks

And I turn
Once again
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
I woke up this morning
And lay in my bed
To gather
The scatter
Of thoughts in my head

To wonder how this day
Was going to be

And how I would deal with the things that I see

And one thought it caught me
As quiet I lay

Your whole life was leading
Up to this day

The good times and bad times
The darkness and sun

Were all preparation
For facing this one

Last year was just practice
And yesterday too

To give one the wisdom
To know what to do

Today is what matters
We just have to see

That now is
The portal
To eternity
Ivy Anna Feb 2018
I make my porridge
Of oats and wheat
With sometimes a taste
Of something sweet
I stir the ***
As it sits on the heat
No microwave for me

I cook it slow
For I have the time
Why should I hurry
The whole day is mine
A bowl of hot porridge
For breakfast is fine
To sit by the window and eat
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