I take selfies because I am proud, Of a time, an accomplishment, or a merger. Those memories we want to hold, yes. But more that eyeshadow my Anti-dexterous hands let me have …free of clown face. The shoes I could manipulate my feet into, Within 15 minutes And those mergers between the self I feel,Continue reading “Contemplating Myselfies”
Category Archives: Identity
Blood Fuel
Even after losing my 20s To the darkness of my mind, As a tiptoe toward 33 I find magic in iron. I’ll be the last to pump it; But the first to lick it. 23, 27, and 29 year old me was To busy being sick to feel it, 30, 31, and 32 found justContinue reading “Blood Fuel”
The Pain
Mercy, My dear kitty, Sweetly dreaming atop my right shoulder. I awake, to toss and shift. Sleep and wake again. She is back in position. Why does my shoulder ache? Ahhh! My growing kitten! What a Saturday morning wake up.
I keep Deleting
There is a motif in my words now. I used to have a gift for darkness, Or perhaps, just holes in a jaded heart. When I gave the darkness language, The pain glittered. And now, my words only bubble and pop on Occasion. But, I am okay with that.
Watermelon Memory 🍉
Watermelon is summer with brothers and sisters And the roo. The one who screams, The berater, batter-and-chief. And watermelon is winter in another town. Hermiston melons. With a worshiper of Strappy Flipping me like a pan-ee-cake In the cool school morning Silly and giggley and “This is how you love, this is how you standContinue reading “Watermelon Memory 🍉”
Some Seconds Spent
I was working at the late hour And I was missing life, willingly But she, life, kept calling “Open Miiiiic!” It mattered none What I did, As long as I stopped existing like a dead woman. I paused to unpause.
The Next Right Thing…Again.
It’s Saturday, I have energy and I want to use it, For myself, because I have ability. But I have responsibilities. So today, after these words are posted, I will be working for hours. When I run ragged, I will break, Rest, And Next right thing. Again.
Who Are We?
If we are afraid of the dark? If our imagination is closed To the knowledge of the stars? Who are we, If we do not challenge Our own minds, Walking the unbeaten path of thought, Because we already get to beat other people. Who are we, If we cannot sit with all that we don’tContinue reading “Who Are We?”
Let This be The Beginning
I keep trying, Because one day If I keep working I will be able to say Remember…? And I will be proud of this struggle. I will look at time. Finally aware of its shift Behind my back. The shift from drowning, To fierce swimming Will come. Challenge will remain, But I will master wavesContinue reading “Let This be The Beginning”
Don’t Just Keep Pushing.
I have a habit of trying to ask for help Only until I am tired. I give up as a means of energy savings. In the short term. But I pay, Because it costs either way. But in the end, The options are two: Struggle, and at best barely hang on, Or pay up frontContinue reading “Don’t Just Keep Pushing.”
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