May
30
Ode to the Working
I have discovered
That my soul’s been hiding in
The knot in my back.
THOUGHTS LIKE HAWKS
"My thoughts are such hawks.
But my words? Baby birds."
THOUGHTS LIKE HAWKS is all my very own writing (unless noted otherwise). Don't worry, I don't think I'm hot shit. This is just a way for me to practice writing every, every day. Either way, I'm sending my voice off to float in this giant expanse of internet. So thanks for listening, if you're there.
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May
29
eyeballs collide and
melt off my face from
friction friction friction
and the negative space.
May
28
The Deep Blues: A Whale Song
Scrape at the barnacles
On my skin
And feel the vibrations
Of my call
Because this is all
This is all
I am and have
To offer when
Home is everywhere
And I am a vagabond
And feeling so small.
Fizzle out
Your heart like a spout
Don’t wish for an echo
In the basin just let go
and find what you’re really
about.
May
25
Hiatus for the Weekend
She’s Gone?? And the internet sighs with relief…
Major WIP Again Again
the spiders and insects
that crawl up my legs
are nothing but specks
May
24
Sympathy finds me
In my room with Self-pity-
And leaves with disgust.
5/22/12
There are wood chips in my bed,
And that stretching, prickling thread,
That reaches deep in swift pursuit,
Tangles ribs, and bones, and root,
Is making me a weed with feet-
It can’t be pulled,
It runs too deep.
May
21
(MAJOR Work in Progress)
By the end of this summer,
My hands will be raw-
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