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…
The moment You realize Something You thought Mattered Doesn’t really Matter Because the Mattering Only became a Matter In the sense That it Mattered To them And now That it Doesn’t really Matter To them You realize It became Something that Matters Deeply to you Because It reminds you How much it Matters That you…
Sometimes I feel like the ghost Whispering ideas That take root Pushing you Like a gentle breeze To feel better To be better To continue on Forward and back Rocking you When it’s dark Singing into you Comfort and joy Until the sun rises Sometimes I feel Like a ghost Fully visible Yet wholly unseen…
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…
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
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…
The song had words Only I could hear They passed by Crumbling corridors And floated Over cracked linoleum Drifted through Burnt up rafters And settled In the distant trees Beautifully loving words Spoken with my voice Just perched Far beyond reach And I am lonely Knowing my self love Lives in an orchard
Sitting on a wire Surrounded By a murder Without intent Just space Restless Above malcontent Ghosts Wearing flesh Pretending At purpose But failing Inside Their own Distractions NOTE: I am noticing how my brain slips easily into distraction when I’m about to experience a depressive episode. It’s as if I’m being prepared for the experience.…
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…
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