#mashed
For once, I would like a ruler.
A really big one, large enough to span all time,
or my time at least – which isn’t too much to ask.
To draw a straight line through life,
and make it all fall in, drill sergeant style.
Free me of all the jumps and bumps,
dancing about the hurdles which
slow me to halts,
as if life were a blob of mashed potatoes;
surfing through its smooth white clouds,
like a true California girl.
For once, can it be a tunnel?
No more mazes of roads and streets,
avenues, crescents, highways and lanes.
To close my eyes, raise my hands,
and push my bare foot into the pedal,
unafraid of the walls of people.
For it all to be a bowling alley
with the railings up and a ramp to slide down.
To shamelessly ride with pink, bedazzled training wheels
and a lemon learners plaque
to blind all nosy parkers up my ***
For once, wouldn’t it be nice if it all could line up,
so I could be, for once, entirely happy.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑦,
𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑;
𝑀𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡,
𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑.
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I dιe тo ѕleep,
I ѕleep тo dιe,
I dreαм тo lιve,
Aɴd wαĸe тo cry;
Teαrѕ oғ loѕѕ,
Teαrѕ oғ ѕнαмe,
Reɢreт reѕolveѕ,
To тαĸe тнe вlαмe.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
From the grand expanse of the sky
To the unreached depth of the sea
Every stone, every tree
Every bone, every seed
That I know is hard to fathom
But somehow you must believe
Pathways right through the middle of town
Lead directly to an open door
But we were not worried that the rain was falling
No we were not worried if the rain was falling
Sometimes dealing with the truth is painful
But in the truth there is love
Every word despite the world
Every word and each heart beat
That I know is not so simple
But somehow you must believe
Arrow shot forth in a million different ways
Aimed directly at your heart
And a moment you could feel that the rain was falling
Take a moment we can feel the way the rain is falling
The rain is falling
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
You rub my back as I run
Your tides storm for me
Watching my back as I chase
Fighting my demons as I trap
Your all open for me as I shatter
Your essence webbed on my matter
A shelter watching my hands as I wave
Vigilant of the witch in me mixing portions
How can I make it a perfect match?
Mould your breath as you dream
Surrender by the aisle and claim you
Create the Eden, imagined fruitful orchard
How can I lie close to you and captivate?
Melt in your shores as we feel and rotate
Blend harmoniously in sane sensitivities
Calm and coil in real passionate romance
Could our entwinement be the armageddon?
A forbidden and delinquent spice mashed
Too much pain that time itself cannot erase
An immortal evanescence of my mortality
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
As I trudge through this
mashed potato snow. I feel
that it needs more salt.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC