I'm scrambling my zen
Writing jumbled thoughts
On the back of letters
I thought I would send
Asking myself why
The words aren't working
Frustration filling,
I let out a sigh.
Way more than enough
Ideas traveling.
The words want to scream
All sorts of loud stuff.
Contradicting thoughts
Screeching round my head
Definites mumbling
What if's and if not's
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Handcuffing one hand
To my wild brain;
Holding for dear life
Dragged across the land
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Breathing in and out
Slowing down the frantic
Discord of my heart
What is this feeling?
Closing my lost eyes
Searching for vision
Or simplicity
Among all my neurons.
I calm myself down:
In mixing colors
I know all I get
Is a shade of brown:
Yellow, red, or blue.
I forget sometimes
Why I'm terrible
At painting things true.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...