From now on I will declare myself free of all these burdens! Go now, you killers of joy and bliss! Here I stand, glorious, sparkling in the night. I know I can do anything if I tune to the light. Just because I crave chocolate, I can still be the captain of my ship! Keep
My grandmother’s career options were a nurse an office assistant or a teacher. The women in my family don’t follow instructions well and we are a little bit woozy so teacher it is. Educator it is Holders of knowledge and molder of minds it is Givers of time it is Drinkers of red wine it
Depression dishes, depression dishes I’m waiting for the moment of manic motivation To move me word Move me Move me Move me word The pile is building like my stress and frustrations A curious collection of mold and stains In that one pot. word Like a pack rat within the dysfunctional comfort of its midden
Flow like a river spirit my dear child contort and shake, transcend your physical form all that matters is the energy you bring Return to the purity of childhood innocence with a deep understanding of all beings that have come before Interpret the omens with a swift foot and open heart for the creatures above
It was always there. A silent switch so still and static, vestigial as your camouflage, but there. Weighing you down like mercury, causing drag and taking space but there. Inside your brain, your heart, your gills, an implicit goal, a pure command, a yearning. One small fish, basking under the smiling moon. The chill it
this secret, tucked in the vault of my mind hidden in the holes in my heart buried behind my buttoned beak lol i promise – this will be my little secret before the water boils and bubbles over the pot – i promise i won’t tell i call you because i crave your caresses i
beating, battered and bruised her forlorn longing is not lost upon us despite splotches black and blue collected over years of affliction lol carrying on, day by day in an exasperated, and anguished type of way her incessant thumping, never halting, regardless of the purple & green that shapes mountains and valleys along her contoured
the snow is refracting the sun’s rays with an indistinct yellow aura – shades of blues and greens surround me as i walk through these woods block happy little trees dance in the breeze and i long to feel as free as these tiny specs floating through the air as the weight of the snow
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