This morning I dreamed of an old memory--a woman I have long forgotten. At twenty-two years old, I watched over an elderly woman during her last month of life. She reminded me of my grandmother who died of cancer when I was nine. The morphine in my grandmother's system made her irresponsive conversationally but not … Continue reading Dreams and Old Memories
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Wishes are those conversations that no one plans to make a reality. The person who says, "Wouldn't this be a great idea?" Except this person has those ideas twenty times a day. Wishes are okay as long as one realizes that they are indeed wishes. I used to want to be a figure skater and … Continue reading Wishes
Truth, void of delusion Delusion contained in mind trick illusion Sent to protect day to day In the process, intimacy wanes Think Choice Indoctrinated plays Glance the clock Memories fade Re-write history Delusion smiles Men get sick Truth thumps the heart Delusion stops the tick _____________________________________ Image by msandersmusic from Pixabay
I catch a comely sparkle in the eyes of a smile with no notion of the soul fervent for recognition. Its as if I've become a spineless mind. Spines are of no use for those who don't stand; they do fine laying twisted in straw beds sharing not a scent of fight, embellishing in all … Continue reading Moving with Time
There is a form to my flesh, a color to my skinI am a base I fuse with words, attach to me I push down whispers of identity that come aching, hours into the night Wolves and owls, A life with wolves and owls I cry beneath the moon I so fondly refer to as sweet … Continue reading Sweet Luna
At the end of your life, a few will suffer. The earth spins, it moves. It doesn't care who is sad for those who are left behind. Grief is one of those emotions that sticks to the attached while the unattached go gloriously about their day. A sticky attachment. And for all of this attachment, … Continue reading Sticky-Attach-ments
I wish my point of view didn't exist. Don't want to be human, don't want to sweat the small stuff, but when I do, I know an inner-explosion is about to occur That being fed up thing. I used to point fingers forward, I trace all fingers back to me I listened to the heartbeat … Continue reading Just Exactly Dead
One of my favorite things to do is watch people. I know how creepy that sounds but I am definitely not the only one. I like to listen, to watch, to learn. Right now I listen to the sounds of teenagers who talk about the face lifts they will get in a few years, the … Continue reading Nose Cutters
I thought of you yesterday, there were berries. Wild berries, I thought of us eating the berries and climbing the trees. I thought of us going through the woods, and the way that we would fight over who would get to climb which tree. The way that I would miss you when we would fight, … Continue reading Berry Tree Days
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