wading through clouds
my balloon high on pity
this footprint is staining our
heavenly city
inside is out and outside is in
(that blast was so loud
it made sparks out of him!)
the lights
I can’t bear
as I cut through the sea
turning left at the sun
I melt into me
I am
blue-white
brazen and hopeful
with wrinkled
fate,
I stop time
and drown the moon
dust I am
remote
enlightened
musical
my eyes are wet
my sword is drawn
I turn to you
with purple dirt upon my face
I am the swan
of fairy tales
my neck is soft….
feathers
and
blood
the stone beneath me speaks in volumes
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
