(n) indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining
Hot flashes colliding in a sun car
The intensity of a look
The baring of soul
Framed by the absurdity of my socked foot
We swallowed each other whole
Started back at school which always make me more productive lol. Will hopefully start posting more regularly again. Thank you everyone who’s continued to follow me it really means a lot❤️
Enchanted and allured by you,
Your presence changes every tune
I still remember that sweet afternoon,
When everything grew over summer
I am indifferent
I am closed off
I am jumping to conclusions
I am a wrinkled shirt at the bottom of the dryer
Forgotten in a frenzied morning filled with burnt coffee and runny eggs
I am a thunderclap sounding a second too late
I am a friendship bracelet frayed at the edges
I am a stomach filled with squirming snakes
I am a June night where you can’t get comfortable
No matter how many times pillows are flipped, sheep are counted, eyelids flutter. Still awake.
I am late acceptance letters
I am sleeping until noon
I am “all in your mind”
I am breaking into pieces as I shudder you apart
And as long as you let me, I will stay.
Chipped blue
Waiting with silent breath
This death, it comes as quite a little thing
We dance at the sight of the moon
A twilit bird call is all I need to know
You’ll be here, soon.
I need a subject, and I’m choosing you.
First thing I see, strapped tightly to me, you follow wherever I go.
Humble and loyal, you tread on the soil, keeping me safe from harm
Today a snowy hue, tomorrow a scarlet red,
Once you were blue, and not a nice shade, no,
Just blue as veins on an unexpected summer’s day.
I’m still sorry about that phase.
This was meant to go up almost a week ago. I’ve been having trouble staying motivated, as I get down on myself sometimes, especially with lack of feedback. I start to lose energy. But I want to get back on track with my schedule (I’ve been trying to post MWF) and not put so much pressure on myself. I enjoy writing just for my own sake, and I shouldn’t rely on what others say to do something I love. Especially considering this poem is about my shoes and it’s not that greaaaaat, but I’m okay with that. Thanks for reading my posts, those that do. Love for you! Sorry this turned into a diary entry. Ooops.
I want to fall asleep in the sun
Full of warmth and comfort
Impeded by no one
I want to feel the breeze on my skin
Surrounded by flowers,
Pollen-headed bees tumble lazily in.
I want to watch their slow dance,
Entranced by their diligence, their inability to wear pants,
And on the tops of their silly-heads
Two little antennae bumble about
Looking around for the next bloom to sniff out
(Do bumblebees have noses?)
There are questions I suppose(s) that will abound,
Human nature itself is sort of tumbling around.
And in grief, I think, we know this,
Though when that familiar friend leaves for the summer
We pretend not to notice
He was never there.
Without a care, I lie among the roses,
Prick my fingers on the thorns
I will never pick them.
I watch the bumblebees tumble around
I feel stuck here, sometimes.
“Where?”
Earth? I guess?
“Couldn’t you just leave?”
I mean, sure, but what if I get to space and I get fat from carbon dioxide inflating my body or something
“I don’t think that’s how that works.”
You don’t know everything. Plus I might end up missing home probably.
“Have you ever left?”
Not really.
“Then how would you know?”
That sounds like a trick question. I did say I wasn’t totally sure.
“Well, if you want to leave, but you don’t want to go to space, maybe you could go on a vacation.”
Doesn’t that cost money?
“Why would I know that.”
You’re supposed to be super smart!
“Like you said, I don’t know everything, and I choose particularly not to know about money.”
Oh.
“So what are you going to do?”
I don’t know. Probably just stare at the sky for a couple more hours instead of everything else.
“I see.”
You can sit with me if you want
“Sounds like an acceptable plan.”
There is no point,
Most of the time.
Even when life is lovely, I can’t always
Bear it.
Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, in its deathly state.
Who, but a season cloaked in mortality can put a value on life.
What joy, though, must the flowers feel
What relief as petals thaw
And breath is drawn at last.
Frost bitten, love ridden
Cracked and bitter lips frame one of those smiles that keep you up at night sometimes
My coat does nothing to keep out the cold.
In this quiet kind of sadness,
I’m missing those warmer months.
A trapeze.
A shorter one from a couple months ago
Waxing Moon
Guide me to a night in June
A memory, distraction so sweet
May cannot come too soon.
Tears crack rivulets into skin
The salt water begging to wash upon every wound
A genuineness in its violence
Love as an act of defiance,
Where does it leave you?
A broken heart, this crippled tune.
Skipping beats, rhythm undone,
No longer aligned, the war is won.
I spark and these words ignite,
Setting alight flames inside this washed up soul of mine.
Hope is something I’ve indulged in,
And nothing has left more scars.
Woolgathering 