Slow down the haste
I’m falling in outta space
With infinite thoughts
Bring me back down to earth
Everything hurts
I’m going out of my mind
All the stars are watching
I want to take a drive
Around the corner
Too much too fast
Full throttle, no breaks
Take my turmoil
And take me out
Of this rat race
I was always outpaced
Cant keep up
When you never wanted to anyway
My hands in the dirt
Anchor me to the earth
All this pain
growing seeds of doubt
And the wind spreads it
on open fields
Where all the darkest secrets
Are kept
Slow down the haste
Slow down the pace
Slow down the haste
Slow me to the moment
Slow me down
to this moment
Anchor my feet to the ground
Slow down my….
haste………
writing poetry
Provoke
Don’t provoke me
I’ve got a monster
Caged behind this calm
DNA
Hanging on the curvature of every word
You never said
Missing in your message
Are the letters in my head
Making sense of all these mind warping bends
Cursive writing,within my blood
Dripping, spinning webs
Revealing the DNA beneath
The masquerade
“I will not,”
What is between the words will and not
is it an empty space
where in time you will soon be caught?
Did you protest enough before tying that knot?
Hanging loosely around your neck
In case you forgot
Was the floor beneath their feet an afterthought?
Sunday Wordle: Dave
He’s drunk on the sly
He snatches another bite
Too many fermented apples
Don’t tell his wife, she thinks she’s the only apple of his eyes
She don’t know he’s not fit to fly
She’ll have a fit when she finds out
He’ll have spun ‘er a yarn or two
But that’s just like our Dave
The sheer cheek of ‘im
I love ‘im all the same.
Sunday wordle: Tethered
The wind whistles through the broken fence
As the day gnaws at the final thread
Where hours echo and fall apart
Leaving imprints on stricken hearts
Where no word can touch upon
As the wheels than turn
Lead us to tethered ends.
The mechanics of feelings
Feelings don’t abide by the ticking of the clock
they don’t align with our linear concept of time
There is no cross on any date
You can mark on the calendar
For when the heartbreak
Has lingered on too late
It’ll stay for as long as it takes
All you can do is ride the waves
As it rises and wanes
Disappears and comes back again
Grinding your gears
Cranking your levers
The mechanics of feelings
Are much too misunderstood
All trying to feel things
We’re not ready for
You can’t put your brain
In a sling
Hope it’ll fix it
by the first day or spring
The notches upon our days
Care none for what you feel
Or if you have or haven’t healed
It just goes on
Each revelation revealed
Solutions found and concealed
And like a water mill
We keep turning and churning
We’re powerhouses
Furnaces
Hidden behind irises
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