if i do not tend to my wounds they will become infected
inflamed, red, hot to the touch rotting and dripping with pus i know this, and still i let them fester refusing to remove the soiled bandages because i know it will hurt even though i am no stranger to pain eventually the sickness will infect my blood spread to the rest of my body and brain maybe it will **** me but i will not hold my breath i have survived wounds like this before i have the scars to prove it i have no choice but to heal and try again
Souls, once one in the sun,
Now reach for fallen stars. Ludic, hopeless fingers— G r a s p i n g For a sole thread of truth. Don’t fly too close, little firefly. For it’s flame shall render All your desires and dreams To spurned puddles of wax. D r i p p i n g In these wrinkled hands Formed for puppets A silhouette on the sphere As the Earth only knows, The darkness it adheres.
Your indifferent hands make disarray
Of meticulously maneuvered letters Tethered by the taste of sunlight Cast upon the header I know you don't love poetry But my heart still longs to write you Knitting rows of golden thread That ties my soul to you Though I know it never reaches you I see the vacancy in your eyes And I wonder how many fabrications I've sewn together in my mind I tell you that I love you In way too many words I wrap this thread around me And pretend you ever understood
my heart walks the fine, grey line
that hovers between platonic and romantic feelings for her or him probably her you are so so very incredible and i continue to trip and fall as i attempt to balance myself on the fine, grey line i am so so very confused as you are my everything and i feel like nothing when i am not with you what line is there?
I used to be happy
Ignore the heavy things. Tread and tread and pretend that nothing was below me. But there are things that lurk. Monsters and darkness. While I sank, I sung out about how well I could swim. And then she was sinking And I learned how to swim But I never taught her. Just keep swimming I tell her. soon enough the mermaids will scare them away I hope she believes me. I hope she is strong enough to withstand the wretched currents. I love you. I hope that is enough.
Please keep swimming because soon enough the mermaids WILL come.
There’re so many flavours
Spicy, savouries and sours, Sweet and creamy, Or buttery with plenty of salt! There’s bitterness, Oh! and that taste you get with zest, Some fresh, some dry, And some just pure delights! I may be no cook, And some flavours do elude, But it’s my own recipe So there’s no need to feud, You can mix and match And toil at the stove To make what comes out Worthy for your soul To each their own, A kitchen; nay— a wondrous dream town! Go around and about And select your own flavours To experiment and try out!
Flavours ©️2020 Jana Pelzom