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I fix my tea before I dream
The herbs swirl in my subconscious
A ritual warm and full of steam
I wake knowing, “I want this.”
I read someone else’s words before I sleep
Losing myself to a story
A healthy escape that I’ll keep up
To bide off darkness and worry.
I wash my face before I slumber
Washing away the day
Tomorrow any anxiety I may encumber
Must in the future stay.
I pen my thoughts to the night’s sound
Striking the ink to the rhythm of my thoughts
Meanwhile fear and curiosity abound
I must momentarily quell my haves and have nots.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
Dismantle your convictions
Break them beyond recognition
Into the smallest parts imaginable
For those fragments of atoms
Build us up.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
I called on the wind
Maman would have had a fit
I called for the wind by name.
I asked her today
Please sing my song to the world
and just like my hair she curled
Noisy spirals, like
lunar periods tidal.
The wind spoke in mania
She's shouting, howling.
A drunk Father passing through
A scared Mother beating you
Momentarily
Wind made me god, and I was
bigger than I ever knew
I am powerful
and destructive, tormented
still by being invented
Then manifested
in earthly form as human
ever striving for balance
When inside of me
Equity had been replaced
Now anger stood in its place
Personified, I'm
Refocusing my compass.
But to where do I set course,
What is my purpose?
Concerned with Identity
To seek out Serenity
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC