I’ve Googled myself into a state of catatonic anxiety
am I schizo
am I psycho
with a dash of PTSD
or am I just me?
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Complacency
I’ve reached the point in my relationship where I’m uncomfortable enough to write again. Poetry flows out of my pens like tears from my eyes, and I’m not sure how to feel.
Does anyone else get writer’s block from being too content in life?
“In our Western understanding of time we involve the correlative of distance. The past is away in that direction, the future in that, and the present is just here, where I happen to be. But we speak of the passage of time; times come and go, the day will come. We remain in place and observe the flow of time, just as we sit at the cinema and watch, fascinated, as images fly before our eyes. The plane of time is shattered; it is composed of moments, ad infinitum, in perpetual motion.”
N. Scott Momaday, “On Indian-White Relations: A Point of View”
#PostADay !
Next month is National Poetry Month, and I will be celebrating by posting at least 1-3 poems per day in an attempt to repair my abysmal current posting schedule. Xo
Grave Optimism
There is a beauty in letting go of toxic people, vibes and, energy
A catharsis in freeing yourself from the gnashes of their fangs
Piercing into the peace of your soul
Past the flesh, a deeper destruction
Blood leaking out of every orifice
til you’re nothin more than skin & bones
Yes. There’s a peace in letting that go.
Because the body will heal, the soul will repair,
The hurt will no longer be there
And you will grow from the energy they’ve sown
But their toxins poison them !
For the writers
This has been with me practically from square one, and I wanted others to see it.
Seeds
We grow
We die
Regenerate and thrive
Like seeds
We multiply
