Sandpaper
Master sword
Bandage
Capsule
I took
The battery
Out
Of the clock
Better yet
It was never
Set
I’m on my own
Without
Ingredients
And
I’m out of
Special sauce
Sometimes I don’t realize how hard I dissociate until my therapist asks what I have in mind for when “this or that” happens… and I just don’t know, and I just can’t go there, because it’s too much to conceive in the state I’m in… I need to only exist my mind throws on repeat….
I love love love the fact that the fluffy green foliage and bits of blooms and splashes of color hides and/or distracts from the “under construction” parts of our landscape 🎉💖🎉💖🎉 from persicarias to oak leaf hydrangea- sun cups- wildflowers with bees- bee balm with hummingbirds- fun plant energy on this hot hot day makes it not seem so bad. I’ve never felt such a pull to want or need to be outside before having a garden. Now I make lil excuses to be with the outdoors. I care for it as it seems to care for me. Can you name all of the plants you see? What’s growing in your garden? ✨💖✨
96: Investments In Time Travel
Investments
In
Time travel
Puzzled
Me more
As
Age
Hoped
To make
Me
Wiser
Consumed
By
The fast
Breaks
Cracking
The surface
Cracking a smile
Tears
In
My eyes
95: The Woods
Land Locked
Happily
The woods
Whisper
To Me
On the daily
Never
Another soul
Seen
Heard
Never
Alone though
Never
Any fear
Barking
Mad
While
The owls
Jabber on
Ew- don’t say it like that!
I know, I know
I woke
With a song in my head
ELO’s Turn To Stone
94: Sugar in My Tank
Cabbie
Take the fair
Head up town
Take
The long way round
Scenic route
I'm the driver now
Hands
On the wheel
Piped in music from elsewhere
Influence on the map
How long
Have I been
Spinning my wheels
Sinking in and fooled
Thinking I'm not
Click
Your song is gone
Where
Out of gas
In a ditch
Just the way you like it
Click
Click
Turn
The key
Turn over my engine
Please
Batt low
Crowbar
Jack
New flats
Old tire
Triple A
Quick sand
And
Sugar
In my tank
Second floor
2nd window
Fireflies
Light the way
Undercover
Wish
For blissful
Unconscious
Thread count
Comfort
Lavender
Mint
Satellite
Counting
On
Firefly
Light
93:
Stink Eye Warfare
Sticking sunglasses on you
Blinders on
Now
Put a dollar in the jar
Am I the flea
In your ear
Cumbersome
Cut you loose
Like the deadwood
I can't be
Tethered to your anchor
Your tribe
Long enough
Impeded
Does not
Take a genius to see
This picture you paint
Hurts eyes
Not accustomed
It's been since day one
Upsetting you
That I don't have a bar code
Nothing
To scan
Not able
To return
Even with receipts
Holding
Me
Back
Tipped over your chessboard
I
Left the room
A little
Gift
I had a rough sleep last night and here’s a fresh word cake because…
Baptismal
Letters
Sometimes numbers
Spilling from
Your memory
Leaving their mark
As I loaded
My wheelbarrow
With all
Accoutrements
Accounting
For the history
We laid waste to
As you flee
As you turned
Your back
I lock the door
Tossed
The key
92: Mother Ghost Story
Heard this one before
Left nest
Neglected eggs
Abandoned
To leave leftovers
One of these things
Mustn't belong
Miles
Between
Just a dream
Conversations
Predictable
Lost on you
Looking at a wall
Talking to a wall
Couldn't fly fast
Enough
Never
Enough
Coming from you
Invisible view
Ghost
Inside the mind
Possession
Waiting in wings
Talons
Waiting to spring
If
I don't shapeshift
I
Could lose
My life in this
To
Keep running
Marathon
Mother
Keep up the dust
Cover up
What was
Never for us
Sometimes I want things- projects- to work out sooooo bad!
And you truly try to rig everything- tape things together when you should be gluing- use wire when you should be using zip ties… idk…
Results are 100 percent leading to knowing when to stop. Pause. Put it down. Step back. Reset…
I live currently on a roller coaster of this… in all aspects of life. And it often results in more poetry… yay…?
I hailed my first cab
In Prague
I never
Do anything
By halves
The buildings
Were baroque
The sculpture
Was modern
I walked
Walked
And
Walked
Cobbles
Brick
Stone
Tarmac
Rolls
Of film
Click
Wind
Cross all your fingers
Some streets
Had
Concert fliers
For
Faith No More
Was it 1997?
Journal in the attic
Harbors all
That my mind
Can no longer
91: Trick Becoming Treat
Capitol city
Under the skin
Skin deep
Pills lecture medicine
Addiction addict
Captive kidnapped
Take care
Of holding to hold
Back
Keep safe
Bound
Captured
Tethered
Hitched
Born from destiny
Insults to sweet nothings
Humiliate
Short temper
Scheming master
Plans
Isolate
Keep for yourself
Only you
Captive
Audience doll
Toy
Trinket trophy
Souvenir
Wrapped
Around your finger
Play thing
Go
Along
Knowing nothing
Different
Hollow
Without identity
Cards
Theft
Missing
Blindside
Blindfold
Fool
Trick
Becoming
Treat
