"kondo" poems
I'm reading a book today
by marie kondo, a Japanese girl
"the life-changing
magic of tidying up"
it's that time of the year again
to tidy things up
to clean
and put things in order
according to miss marie
cluttering——
a failure to return
things to where they belong
hoarding——
an attachment to the past
or a fear for the future
tidying is a dialogue
with
one's self
and there are only
a few simple rules to follow
in revamping:
discard first
store later
sort by category
not by rooms
vertical storage
ultimate simplicity
no change of seasons....
but first
please treat each thing
you own as a living subject
touch it with your hand
and ask
"does it spark joy?"
if it does, keep it
If not, dispose of it
listen to your feeling
keep only those things
that speak to your heart
then take the plunge
discard the rest relentlessly
what you want to own
is how you want to live
letting things go is more
important than adding up
....
I used
half day to read the book
half day to rest and sleep
nothing was done in the house
nothing was done yet
I'll do it tomorrow
before new year comes
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Smile your Marie Kondo smile on me-
Just smile and pretend it can be done
She is a tank against common sense. Invasion of clear mind.
I never tidy up, my life's a mess.
Marie Kondo though makes me feel even less.
Completely disarmed my will to feel.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
Don’t take this the wrong way
But we’ve got a problem in our hands
It has smooth, shiny skin
No limbs but has you gripping
A portal for information
A place you can escape in
For all the instant gratification that you are craving
Hundreds of songs shuffle awkwardly through Alexa’s mind
Watching unlimited movies is making us blind
And what are we doing to our insides?
Did you know Netflix’s main competition is sleep and time?
It’s my time...but a new original series coincides
I check my social media while alone at home
Red and green flashes give me hits
Sugar rush but soon I’m feeling ****
Dopamine release is making me *****
Fireworks to my eyes and ears
Draining away my good years
My attention divides and streams to all the screens
Barely a trickle left for me
In a fantasy where everything is instant and bright we have forgotten that great things take time
So please open your eyes and look at that clutter of information you’ve got from your device
I think I want to Marie kondo my life
So decide
What have you been sacrificing?
What actually sparks joy and nourishes you?
Do you have any candy that should be crushed?
And a question that google can’t answer...what are your truly searching for?
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
My brain is wasting all of its time on these **** men.
Not worth it’s time or processing power.
I should be using it to build my empire.
I’m never happy after thinking about love interests.
At best, I’m left with an anxious longing.
So why do I put myself in that loop?
I am the happiest, and feel the most alive when I am creating.
Creating new, powerful things.
Growing.
Why do I let myself get distracted by the things that don’t bring me joy.
It’s time for some mental spring cleaning.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC