Rather than a whole cake, a small slice & black coffee would be nice. There is top tier enjoyment -- from the limitation, balance, & appreciation. Sure, You might not have it all, but you can savor every bite. You might sip the drink’s bitterness, so you can cherish the sweetness of cake as if the first time each time. To be grateful & contented— it’s just lovely.
Haven't set up an alter In I dont' how many moons The few times I tried I truly knew the futility of it And understood That security, for me, is fleeting
Just another thing That seems so easy for the others Oh no dont applaud My baby brain for its Whining,ll just make it worse So the other day after I snatched the sage you left For me outside your window sill (Thank you btw)
I instinctively started Making YET ANOTHER ALTER Then broke down for the 5th time that day "How could someone like you ever deserve a home" Then I had remembered That Im not allowed to Have a safe space
I'm a drifter Pushing the limits My health is at risk Every minute No one to care Whether I die or live
Sitting on my hands In a thicket Praying wishing waiting thanking God that I woke still broken Throwing up stuff Everytime I tried to move
Hunger Hurt Thirst Hate Anger Thankful Stay low on your toes Heatstroke Dryheave Please No Please make it stop Oh god here it comes again My Sweat drips endlessly Chiggers bit my skin So it wont quit itchin'
Bites that bother until next week Typical.... All I want is a place to hang my hat Or hopefully lay my head without trip wires surrounding Me All I want is to oggle my alter and call on my angels and my God Without being on constant alert Watching my own six
Bc your own brother will turn on you Don't get comfortable Dont relax Dont unpack Dont believe A ******* thing they tell you Prove me wrong then
Haven't had a mfr not turn Haven't seen anyone actually keep their word
And why cant i set up an alter without it being destroyed?
My week has been hectic sporadic challenging. This poem was written in bits throughout the course of this week i realize im all over the place and my head space is caving in
The sound of splashing water as it reunites with the shore, The scent of freshly-bloomed garden as the wind revs them, The taste of sweet, juicy tangerines, crisp as plucked from its tree The glimpse of human eyes as intimate interaction sparks Oh, to feel these all — Existential.