feel the teeth sink in,
rip word from bone,
crush heart and tear through skin.
__put down the phone.__
let the words sink in.
narrow down the voices in your head,
force yourself to feel alone.
__don't let the pain show.__
put pen to paper,
let your mind pour out,
from word to world.
_inhale-_
__1 2 3 4__
open the back door,
smell the dying plum blossoms.
take a few steps, or try to.
_exhale-_
__1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8__
gaze up at the sky.
do the clouds still look red?
no, but that one looks like a wishbone.
__keep walking.__
smile at the single dad,
he could use it, you know it.
plus his nirvana t-shirt is pretty rad.
__keep smiling.__
falling leaves make little ripples,
in the puddles in the road gully.
overcast days always make for the best reflections.
_-_
this shouldn't need to be routine.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
feel the teeth sink in,
rip word from bone,
crush heart and tear through skin.
__put down the phone.__
let the words sink in.
narrow down the voices in your head,
force yourself to feel alone.
__don't let the pain show.__
put pen to paper,
let your mind pour out,
from word to world.
_inhale-_
__1 2 3 4__
open the back door,
smell the dying plum blossoms.
take a few steps, or try to.
_exhale-_
__1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8__
gaze up at the sky.
do the clouds still look red?
no, but that one looks like a wishbone.
__keep walking.__
smile at the single dad,
he could use it, you know it.
plus his nirvana t-shirt is pretty rad.
__keep smiling.__
falling leaves make little ripples,
in the puddles in the road gully.
overcast days always make for the best reflections.
_-_
this shouldn't need to be routine.
