i think i'm going, going, gone a/ insane b/ numb c/ apathic d/ alcoholic e/ all of the above don't disturb me, i'm going through shit
Category: Occasional Poem
freedom during lockdown with 8pm curfew madness knows no borders nor rules it's roaming freely more contagious than the virus we're hiding from ... edited: thank you to https://annehiga.com/ for pointing out my typo 🙂
wandering through the fog looking for the edge hoping to find inspiration and not destruction
covered in sweat haunted by fear paralysed it's just a dream except my eyes are open and the d3mons are here
sometimes it's healthier to burn the bridge can't look back won't look back there is always a new path even at the edge of the cliff take a leap of faith and start swimming
blue skies above us threaded through with orange and pink hues - just kaleidoscope of smog grass is greener on the other side? sure before you trample it. water is crystal clear on the icy north? ice that is slowly drowning us
almost there almost where? where and what is there? i'm struggling to find dreams drowning in a fog my life, my mind, my soul touch of ray at its edge feel of sunshine, is it real? i can't see it but it's almost there
The cat is snoring on my bed
I’ve finished my fourth beer
it’s two o’clock at night
and I should go to sleep.
The cat stirred and started snoring louder
the timer on the heater clicked off.
The rain hasn’t stopped for three days.
All I write is nonsense
I drink beer and
hope the sun will show his face.
I listen to cat’s snores.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’ve drunk too much beer.
every bullet every shell every cartridge everything you fire my way, I collect. I dig them up from my flesh. I stitch my wounds. They are now my ammunition. one more spark and it explodes. You are surprised when it does. Suffragettes Feminists Women movements #MeToo I am proud to show my scars. Is this war? yes. But I can't stop fighting. You are the one still shooting.
So much uncensored joy and love. Never ashamed, never embarrassed, never ending. I yearn to learn how to express it. I studied I observed I now understand I now comprehend I can see the outcome I can picture the emotion. Yet, when I try to recreate it all I have are puzzle pieces I'm not able to fit together. I don't even know where to start. Duh, I know you start at the corners and edges. But corners and edges is all I've got.
