;)

I just cannot have a bad day

When I see my baby curled up where she lays

Hearing without listening

Speaking but not out loud

Touching without sensation

Tasting without flavor

Do myself a small favor

Breathe slowly, In and out

Breathe relax, Sit down

Breathe gently, Close my eyes

Breathe simply, exist tonight

Yesterday, was not good

Today, could have been better

Tomorrow, is new

New, new, new-

It could be anything

Because it has not happened yet

I exist right now, but it does not

So, tomorrow-

The hope of tomorrow

Is that I will make it better than yesterday and today

Now do myself a big favor

Breathe

deeply

and

Yes, but they don’t give feedback or proofread.

Do they just sit there while you write?

Yes, but they also bite.

And keep me happy.

Coffee mugs, warm hugs, and long scrubs

One to wake me

Two to save me

Three to cleanse me

It’s the big things,

Passion, gratitude, perspective

That carry us to the future

But it’s the little things,

That sustain daily life

Simple pleasures

They don’t dance or leave the edge.

But sometimes they slide backwards where they came from;

the abyss.

I asked my heart why it won’t let “I love you” go free.

Turns out the abyss is terrified for me.

It spoke, “If they know you love them, then they’ll kill us.”

I stood still, just like the “I love you”

And I questioned, “What do you mean?”

The abyss reeled back then whispered, “Don’t you remember?!” In a scratchy scared voice.

The kind of voice that belongs to a raven that’s injured.

I murmured a response gently, “Yes, I remember.”

The abyss tutted grumpily. I patted it on the head, “We’re wiser now, we know how to judge character.” I insisted.

It reeled back inhaling to speak or maybe scream;

but instead all I felt was an exhale within.

Some rumbles followed, reminding me of thunder as it spoke again, “I won’t forgive you if you’re wrong.” My heart muttered.

A proud yet sad smile stretched my lips and crinkled my eyes,

I am tremendously glad to be alone

Silently demanding friends don’t leave me on my own

I am terribly sad I am alone

Craving nothing more than to finally be on my own

Alone is Freedom

Thoughts unhindered by outside opinions

Regarding what is correct

And what manner I must exist in

Alone is oppression

Eerie silence, blood pounding percussion

Thoughts become stale unmoved by challenges

Or new considerations

Alone surrounded where nobody perceives me

No congratulations on my successes

Or scoldings for my heresy

Did I become a phantom haunting mortal gatherings?

Alone in my house where I perceive myself

Where contemplation thrives or dies

Safe from prying eyes

Left simultaneously craving a connection

But it was birthed from my throat

Who are you to tell me that I shouldn’t devote-

You don’t get a vote on what I do with my time

You can dislike every poem I’ve written

But it’s not your place to decide whether or not I continue to write

You woke up with a lot of fucking nerve today

Crying Adult Baby

Bold of you to assume your opinion matters to me, stranger

Bold of you to laugh when I say you’re wrong, deceiver

Bold of you to speak to me as if I’m a misbehaving child, mocker

I don’t have to make money off of everything that makes life worth living

I won’t lie and say I don’t love money

But making money is what my day job is for,

Fickle lover,

I adore words

and language,

and the knowledge that

There is more to life

So much wonderful more

Than death

and taxes

and whatever trends are

I can easily predict and imagen

That if you took the time,

Bold Jester,

You would definitely find,

My meaning,

In painting, or writing, or dancing, or sculpting-

In building and creation

Molding materials in your hands like God

Because for the first time in your life

You’d discover magic among modern times

You’d finally understand artists and craftsmen

You’d be one of us too

I dare you to prove me wrong

And that’s simultaneously okay and not okay.

I hate making mistakes,

The shame of whatever it is this time.

Dread washes over my body but never washes away in the shower

I could steam up every mirror in the house and never feel cleaner

So, I made a mistake.

But I won’t make it again.

I’ve learned my lesson, and now I begin again.

Mistakes are unpleasant events, but play your cards right and you won’t repeat them.

Maybe I can be like a Phoenix without the flames-

Aside from the redness of my hot skin.

So, I made mistakes.

But I learned from them.

The sun raises tomorrow,

And so will I.

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They gawked at me eyes widened

Apparently I’d admitted to a terrible crime

They interrogated me, insisting I must not be alright

And I sat there squinting,

suddenly irritated by the computer light

Because I didn’t know what I said was strange

Certainly not worth this type of reaction

No,

I just feel a lot of different things

Always

Emotions rise within like the tides

I didn’t say “I’m never happy”

Sometimes I’m just “not happy”

I thought-

That meant I’d grown up

Because children chase pleasure and happiness

Adults know-

Should know the value of other emotions

My God, I’d never have known to leave my awful job

If I hadn’t gotten angry at everything and God

Sometimes I need a bout of depression as a reminder to partake in music-

and art-

and cooking-

and people-

and gardening-

and life expressions

If I didn’t have that then I’d loose all progression

If I’m not happy I want to know why

So, that I can identify and change what’s wrong in my life

No, I’m not happy all of the time

And I think that’s perfectly-

We’re not done yet guys

These tired phases are nothing but a disguise

Because we don’t run away or hide

We sleep like wolves and rise

We’re the unstoppable force

We’re the immovable object

We are going back to bed

And then tomorrow morning we’re back out conquering again

Our dreams won’t create themselves

Time fly’s no matter what we do

So tomorrow after sleeping it’s just me and you,

Saggy eyes,

Me and You vs Me and You

And we’re not letting ourselves get in the way of all the activities

we Burn to do

Write those books

Hug those friends

Rock those looks

Bring home the bacon again

Clean those nooks

Lift heavier at the gym

We’re doing all of those things whether you’re with me or not

Tomorrow is all we’ve got

We’re not wasting it

We’re not

Stars paled the light in my eyes

Home was the 3am epiphany that everything is alright

That I am one tiny piece of the infinite universe

Terrifying and bright

Under the Abyss of bluish blackness

My size forced me to let go of my ego

What was I, one creature of flesh and bone?

Compared to you and others and whatever lays beyond

Arrogance and narcism blown away

as the breeze tinkled my face

Goosebumps rose across my skin

Pride embraced me from within

I am better for learning that lesson

The skies taught humbleness in a clever way

So, whenever I grow arrogant and begin to decay

I return home under the stars

Nor understand the concept of destiny

However, I can create

as far as my minds eyes can perceive

That is an infinite amount of space

An eternal playground for a traveler such as me

And even if I wander without a destination to call my home

So long as I live my heart, mind, and soul

combined together allow me to recall

Each chapter of life with wisdoms fondness