Posted in stream of consciousness

Full but Empty

I have a goal of doing a stream of consciousness write everyday to get myself back to the habit and writing every day.

I thought about writing

Comparing dressers

Full but empty

With shirts ripped and stained

And jeans frayed

But life got in the way

So I stuffed my feelings

To the back of the drawer

Just another shirt

Paint stained and bloodied

To be forgotten

But easily retrieved

In the depths of a dresser

Stuffed with regrets

But empty

Just like me

Also, music:

Posted in stream of consciousness, Word Prompt

Insane

Where were you
When I couldn’t stand
With your impetuous knocking
On the windows of my mind
A killer
In the shadows
Driving me

It was an impetuous knock on the old wooden door.
It was Margot’s corked shoes tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
It was the shrill cries of children that weren’t mine.
It was the old tile with its yellow triangles inside blue circles
And the slow boiling blood stripping it clean.

Two quick stream of consciousness type things for the RDP prompt of the day.
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QPD (Kind Of): Courage

Courage. That was today’s yoga practice. It’s also the monthly theme. Hell, I think it’s safe to say it’s our universal yearly theme.

Courage to move forward. Courage to push ourselves beyond our comfort zones. Courage to push the people around us from their comfort zones.

One of the truest ways to effect change socially and economically is through divestment. It can be hard to get there. Companies don’t want you to divest. Social constructs don’t really support divestment. But the BLM protests have proven, again, that it is possible. It might be uncomfortable. It might reveal more naysayers than you thought you had in your circle. Always remember, it’s for the greater good.

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Crumbs

I’m a little bit messy
In life and in love
Memories splatter
Over walls and stale cloths
Across my shirt
Down my chin
A touch here and there
Fragrant reminders
Of a life I missed
Stick to my lips
Crumbs, ravaged
Forgotten details I pick up
Again and again