The words scatterA mixed crowd, jumbledLumped, piled, heapedAnxiously awaitingThe big fightThe standoffBetween literalAnd metaphoricalBoth weighing inFor contextFor clarityFor intentIn their own cornersReady to fightTo defend, to defeatTo stand victoriousReady to take homeThe glory that comesFrom a story well told
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
I awaken to fog Like wooly fleece Or curdled milk I breathe it in And it clogs My airways It absorbs into All my pores And I leave The house With fog In my veins
The world says Emotion is ugly So… You cut out your eyes So tears can’t fall You cut out your voice So the words can’t come You cut off your hands So you can’t wring them You cut off your legs So you can’t crumple Only then will they say Wow You’re so beautiful I…
Caught in fabric Trying to escape Threads tangled And fraying Inside patterns That can’t speak That can’t feel That will never Breathe the same Ever again Ever feel there is just too much happening and you can’t move? Like you’re stuck in a pattern weaved long before you existed? I remember the first time I…
I’m so close to opening the online art store I’ve been working on for the last three years. I mean yes I’m slow and well… I had to make the art. Right now I’m looking for specific support. -If you love art. -If you know anyone who loves art. -If you just like looking at…
You can’t see it But I’m shaking inside If my body were earth You’d feel the quaking Tremors are splitting My insides are flayed I’ve been sitting alone For weeks now No For months now And the landscape of me Has changed drastically Whoever I was, destroyed Whoever emerges I hope she’s free * I…
I was alone and depressed Picking up pieces of glass A broken candle, shattered On my fancy bathroom floor I was in my fancy house Living my fancy life Trying to be a fancy wife Wearing fancy clothes And I’ve never been fancy Not fancy enough anyway I’m the clumsy kind That drops candles on…
I let my soul Slip out And it floated Like balloons Toward the sky And I cried Because It didn’t even Linger Didn’t care To say goodbye And that Is the story Of my life
I was a blank spirit Depleted and forsaken Walking over tiny twigs Snap snap snap crack Cotton hung from the sky Like little gauzy curtains Billowing in front of me And the breeze was a ghost Stripping flowers from trees These things I noticed Somehow I knew These things would save me But still I…
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