It's supposed to be with feeling. But all I feel is...It's supposed to be therapeutic. But all I see is...It's supposed to be tranquil. But all I taste is...I'm supposed to be me. But all I accomplish is...There's supposed to be peace. But all I hear is...The songs down the line.
Category: Thoughts on Writing
Insight
There are quite a few questions, a platter of quirks and plagues, that worm through my brain. But, I feel I am learning. I feel a gain in knowledge. An increase in folds. Because I'm thinking. Over and over and over and over. Pushing and trying, over and over. When my eyes close, I only …
One Word
A transformation is happening. The spaces between are fragile. Fatigue and muck cuts a diabolical combo. There's always a balance. Always a change. Not a crack. A clean split. Smooth.A line is drawn either way. And, what is left at the absolute bottom?A core remains at every ending. For me, that's---
Perspective
There's a lot. There's always plenty.Who am I? What am I? Anxiety, depression, PTSD, bipolar---so many things. But, through all that, I am still a....Writer.
Doctrine
Minds scatter, that's how it seems to work. I try to collect the pieces. I always try to see the brighter side, the better side, the "right" side--Minds scatter. Pieces spread to infect other pieces. Both ways. So, where are my thoughts today? Right now--Limbo. Because I'm never done. I may not be happy with …
Lazarus
a single word, all that's there, the only thought about, that tracks with tricks to maybe try again,dying, to breathe,rebirth to a state of tears,thinking only thoughts about,trying again
Never Going Away
The anonymous nature of writing helps me process. I write my feelings, I write my ideas, and I hope so much for my own skill to rise. I have high expectations. For myself. I've written many things just in the past year. The posts on this blog have helped me understand. Or, I've finally gotten …
Cenotaph
Spotting one leopard spotWilted, the heart hurts, just trying to bloom belowthe snow, inside the shallowhall, adorned with red, blue, purple,black, yellow, green, light brown,wilted but never fading.
Black and White
I can't choose. Even when there's a choice to be made. The only thing I ever know for sure. One side is black, the other white. Swirling until I decide on the future.
Bright and Early
Coral in the sea of emerald, the rolling, crushing waves breaking the beach. Sand thrown aside, rocks thrown in line, and there I am, a pinwheel caught by the wind. One droplet gathered in the clouds. It falls on a single seed somewhere in the desert. And all I can think about is--I don't know …
Just Buckle Down 