healing journey the fuck
workmen take a walk
big teeth guys paint stains
wish u were here shrug
i’m weary shrug
no bone’s flattered by
resemblance
hover then graze
move to make me move
am i bad if i follow
or good if i follow
or nothing if i follow
or don’t follow
at all
Showing posts with label poem8. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 11, 2025
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Setting
I’m not angry right now
Head drop
Quick birth
Neon green backlit leaves
Memories in hibernation
It’s gonna be ok
Lakeside scenes
Shifting gradually
Until it’s ice
Between us
No sense it’s fine
Words, sit next to me
Sit down
Take a break
Rage, then a leaf
Decade old art
Relax into texture
The sun like a piece of candy corn
Dim candy this winter night
Mom slipping in and out of darkness
Cold eggs
Warm room
Cozy last night
Two small bowls of leftover soup
In a drafty living room
Ambitions
Gently forever a baby
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