#diverge
Go north,
into Frost’s domain.
Comparing your soul,
and walk the same path.
Stomp the ground,
to make it real.
Walk in the wood,
in the grass and snow.
Follow the steps,
learned from the past.
Diverge in the thicket,
and follow your heart.
How did you do it?
Will I have to die to?
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
I reach out and pound on the glass.
I scream to the world, fist bleeding,
Voice scratching into hoarse whispers.
Everyone. They all move...on.
The roads diverged. And I’m on every path.
But more importantly I’m on none.
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
Coffee time.
Breakfast, too.
Wait -
I'll skip the food.
Cigarettes?
Not no more.
I'm sure
I'll find a horrible. . .
(replacement)
{dance to dying}
{the alternatives}
{dance to dying}
{don't appeal to me}
Sit too much.
I stand, too.
Move?
It hurts to move.
I do move -
Right through pain.
Pain = Life.
And so I flagellate.
(substitution)
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC