Identity changes Melts and freezes Speeds up Then slows Like breath Fogging windows Like rain Catching fire Like milk Becoming bitter Like smiles Stuck like Velcro A robot lost Programming Deleted Identity changes Until I find me Yet again
The world fell like confetti Through the black void of space Just poof A ball of dust and life gone No explosions or eruptions No trumpets or piano chords No bye bye Miss American pie Just melted skies drifting off Like lazy smoke looking For a new place to begin
There are fractions of me Scattered all over the floor And I feel like if I knew math I’d be able to solve them Puzzle them out for good Once and for all And I’d be a whole… finally Like all of you
I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…
Using a prompt by Twindaddy a blogger I’ve known for a very long time. What is your oldest memory? Walking with baby fat legs Words hadn’t come yet It was a strange house A woman changed my diaper Gymnastics was on tv Or something sporty and blue Front door was open Old screen door closed…
PROMPT: All about words I stopped writing Because I wanted To write like them They were better Smarter, more clever And it hurt me That I wrote like this Small thoughts So simplistic Like a dog Pissing on hydrants Here I am I have words That mean little That change nothing So I stopped writing…
Energy flows anxious A metallic madness Inside experience An undetermined groove Not yet known Morphing from dirty To clean again Steps taken full speed A hundred and eighty Into a slow silent breath The good being born The bad its twin Equal liquid gods In your shaky hands To shape and unshape To freeze and…
I’ve been going to the laundromat lately just for kicks and giggles… and because I gave my daughter my washer and dryer… and I really enjoy it. So it doesn’t take long. I can people watch. And it’s one of the only times during the day I can just sit and do nothing. So many…
The grass is still wet And the ground is warm Roots drink in water Ants make their tunnels Worms lazily burrow A symphony of sounds If one could hear them Through soil and stone But the dead don’t hear Not like the living do The dead are listening The way the universe does
Small, thin, malleable Strands of long, skinny wire Twisted and woven Between bone and sinew Positive connecting negative Animation progressing Pieced together leftovers A created strength She walks through Sleeping ghosts Hungry zombies And broken humans Searching for survivors
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