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Jonas Dec 2019
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.
Jonas Dec 2019
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.
Jonas Aug 2019
My thoughts are ravens
Circling the sky
And blacking it out,
Screaming
And scrambling.
Jonas Aug 2019
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.
Jonas Aug 2019
Rain drops in the lake
Green leaves on a muddy path
Sunlight glistening
Jonas Jul 2019
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.
Jonas Jul 2019
–   –       –
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.)
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