#emotionalbaggage
I strip myself.
Bones, soul and flesh.
I got on the scale. Check.
I’m way past my ideal weight— again.
I guess no amount of exercise
Or calorie-deficit diet would do
Because I didn’t account for
how many calories memories use.
Well, since I’m in no heart-diet,
I can afford to have a few—
So go on,
Add some extra kilograms to the soul.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."
The street outside, through glass so dim,
I step out, the world feels grim.
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.
Her smile stays, my love remains.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
brain signals for blood:
a freight of the past revs to life;
generational curses come on board the ride
with their hefty baggage,
and roughneck IDs;
the nervous conductor lets them on -
offers them a ticket, and sighs -
‘this too shall pass.’
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:08 PM UTC
I wish to wake one bright and easy morning
Free of the pain
And the sadness that pulls me to the depths of the sea like an anchor
Chained to my feet as I try to kick
Thrashing against that which is inevitable.
But perhaps this pain would be lessened, if I looked to my feet and saw the anchor
Instead of your hands grasped around my ankles
Clawing at my flesh until crimson paints the waves
Perhaps the pain comes not from drowning
But from knowing
That the cause has been you all along.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC