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.
Tag: thoughts
Risk and Reward
one replaces several, so there isn't an original,pieces floating with particles and cloversdroves of cries, drones, blows, copies of caves, traced to bring veins, vague and graveexceptchildren of Change, to the height heldcatching more than manic meld,driving deep to mountains matchedtrials, tribulations for the two halveshaltedby grafts of skin
Blood Clots Stopping the Bleeding
Have you ever felt a thought was somehow...fuzzy? Like, if you could pet the thought, and it grew fur. A pelt as thick as a bear, touched by the sheen of a wolf, rugged and pristine at the same time. That's how I came out of it. Every tiny thought, the usual of where, how, …
11:59
sleight rip in the stings of a violintings of strings, a cage of wooda pack of cards flipped to piecescatching cats against the breathsanother window minutes beforethe cage rots away, giving moreshine to the seeds stuck in a holerolling as thunder, a touch of shockone second from midnight freightsdeceiving the curls among the cloudsit takes …
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 …
Restitution
When the last one remained, he found a piece deep in his heart. He handled the cost, built the walls around his consciousness to savor the fight. And asked one question...What was he fighting for?
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 …
A race to redeem
when time is running out,I see two eyes in the blackness,telling me to...break from the chains holdingeach limb, blast of rain,a left arm of grief,a right arm of torment,a left leg of a thief,a leg of an advent,leading towards a ripin the tapestry,searching for a cureto madness,breaking a pattern of sadness.
Just Buckle Down 