#freewrites

Sometimes even I say,

With where you point your focus,

You can grow the landscapes,

Where you will find your frame,

So I will point my focus,

Just towards that idea,

When there are too many other realities,

To follow,

Too much data,

The Truth About You

You are an overcomer and a multidimensional figure.

Remember everything you have overcome in the past.

At the same time don’t look back to linger.

Remember the strength, fortitude and persistence

that you possess.

You can and you will succeed.

You can and you will prosper 

and make it where you need to go.

No questions asked.

No doubt here.

Fear

what people say and their perception 

is no match…

Shoot him and he can't even feel it?

Numb in the brain

But the veins feel pain

Got blood on his wrist

Blind in the mist

Phone me what you miss?

Gun me till you miss

Would you crush a kid who's driven?

Miles at a time

Got money on his mind

Tell him there's a better life

don't lie

You know it's right

start at the finish

i mean, i know

all of the branches… all of the layers

I know about the structure, about the caving in, about the world and the way it was never supposed to be

I know you, I see what you see

what it is, what’s at stake

to be hid, but…

I back you up, I take you out

I call your name, I hold you now

you and i

you and i babe

in a green chair wind chime

motionless, but i still feel a bit sick

there are four levels here

once you say something, you strike it from the record

i don’t know why this kind of thing

brings a faster kind of energy

than does survival.

I get it but I'm just not sure if I can decipher

the daisies in her hair

are you jealous? maybe.

but I bet her ears ring

hopefully not an inner ear thing think POS • I • TIVITY

you say blank stare - men with broad shoulders and quick beards and nice jeans. quiet moms and dining halls and 'nice genes'.

the lava was too flat

the roomate down the hall said it was 'just another party' but Brittany said it would CHANGE the way we think

(about parties)

oh well. I'm still in love with a girl who doesn't know my name.

money still haunts bellies still haunts home

scarcity still runs in these veins

even when we might have enough

(& that's subjective)

(but with monkey bars

it's still hard to let go,

not fall down).

I fear I'll have to miss things, have to miss more things

the buses say happy holidays

I make eye contact with a stranger and I look away

like I'm sorry to have caught them in such an intimate moment

as are they, to me

not sure how not to let emotion get caught up in existence when it feels like emotion

is existence

I want to watch things be pretty

and not feel such a keen awareness

of how unkind

even pretty things can be

I want to be in this presence

and not worry

of when it will be gone.