I’ve not been posting on schedule, long gaps in between.
I just don’t seem to be able to write as often anymore. My writing is coming few and far between, I don’t know why.
writing
Recycle
I’m leaving trails of forgotten intentions
haphazardly heading nowhere
Waiting to be empty again
so I can be filled
and recycle myself into someone else
Staccato
Thursday poetry a day late: Screw
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will haunt me still
Ricocheting around my skull
Till thought is null
With only oughts to do
But no drive to pull them through
Living inside a skull
Inside a mind, inside a brain
Royally fucking screwed
Wordle attempt
Earth whispers rumours
Of her indifference
And we can do nothing
But listen
Remains
They wrote their love on trees
A love to last beyond themselves
Blurring the boundaries
Between yesterday night
Hands within hands
With diamonds on fingers
An avalanche of aftermaths
Falling like leaves in autumn time
A run in the woods
An uncovering of words
Slipped on landslides
A deer frozen
In the lights
Freezing all these stories
Into snowflakes, intertwining
And the tree still remains.
The road through
We’ve all got strings
Being played
How did I know
It would end this way?
Bust a lip with black eyes
Broken nose
Packs of ice
Resting on my bones
Till another fight
When will my strings
Be played right
Trying not to be a victim
But I’m feeling dark tonight
One drink for the road
This road I’m on
Mustn’t lose my grip
On the wheel, heading through
A town I know will never heal
Light me up
Light me up
And put me in your mouth
Like you do your cigarettes
Let me be your apology
In between your thighs
We’ll be the poison
That insists
On no real reason why
Another landslide
Standing against another tidal wave
Taken to my knees again
Fingers curled to grip
The sand that sinks beneath
Losing self and time
Another landslide
A storm waiting
To fall from my eyes
But I’m sad and left bone dry
Sunday wordle: A night in the woods
Take the sting from my craw
Shimmy on down to the woods
With me
And we’ll pretend like
We’re on the moon
As we look at the stars tonight
Lets merge with the leaves on the trees
Tracing our way back
To the monkeys
Before we chop the wood
And light a fire
Becoming human
Again
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