POET BIO: Sophia has a daring heart. Anxious, full of dreams, and endlessly persistent. She watches as her fears circle the drain and then instead of following them she renews her hope and chasing the small opportunities in each day. She may look soft but she has a fierce determination to get out of her…
I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep
Sometimes the choosing Gets swallowed up whole Nothing left to spit out Not digestible either A big ball of finger nails Of furry rodent tails Of smug little snails And their slimy trails The choices are none Freewill a fantasy I’ll pick the jade pill please A CheerPeppers Post
A gorgeous swan dive Into worried cracks Jagged and dirty Filled like a donut With disease With rot With muck Wade in it, lung deep Search and rescue Efforts double sized Hope shrinkwrapped Into bite sized buoys Not enough Never enough First come First serve Only one per Oh… You don’t qualify Sorry I’ve been…
The sky disappeared The world has faded Voices once loud Are soft and muted Passion spilled out In inks and paints A world created To drown the noise And I wonder Am I leaving slowly Am I doing it again Part of me Is disappearing Slowly but surely Into the silence I’m creating Man… I’ve…
Twisted shadows Stain her eyes Feet buried In a satin hole Hands doing shots Of numbness Rusting guts No more triggers No more tears No more fixes Night falls A gauzy blur As eyelids Fall shut To glimmers Of light Sprouting As if rooted In glitter A reminder You hold a life To not fuck…
Don’t think Walk slow Stay steady Focus on steps Close off sound Close off smell Shallow breath Step into shower It’s cold Sharp inhale Shock Water warms Wash hair Wash body Then cry Cry harder Feel your body Shaking Breaking Washing down drain… No… Stop thinking Feel the water Stand until It grows cold again…
Sounds tend to throb Slightly muted Under the noise of Blood rushing A vibrating River Dulling my words I’m in here My eyes plead My hands reach My face contorts But my voice Is imprisoned By the sound Of my own pulse *NOTE There have been moments in the past that are hard to describe.…
Reconciling never ends As the narrow bones Widen into countries And the steps descend Into chaotic drumbeats We churn the gold out Spread it on idols Tarnished repetition Tok tok tok tok tik Developing desperation The bell tolled And landscapes rolled And nobody Was the wiser
I keep looking down To see if my skin is still there It feels like it’s crawling off Trying to leave me exposed No way to hold myself in I keep grinding my teeth So much my fingernails hurt Sympathy pains maybe Spreading throughout my body My muscles are tense Working my joints Warming my…
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