The world has been chewing us up
And forgetting to spit us out
I’ve been doing a lot of these random small not-poetry things lately. They encompass the way I feel, like my head’s about to explode at any moment. I tell myself things will get better and I truly believe they will, but sitting in the discomfort of this entire year (or an entire existence) … it’s been an experience.
Slowly this aberration emerged, a plume of thick smoke sneaking between the cracks in the wall. We were no longer welcome here.
As if the stiff lipped fear ever meant we could stay.
A collective thought grew among us, slow and warming, passed in the offering plate from one to another and nurtured with each passing hand.
Who are we to stay?
In the darkness we gathered what little we could claim and disconnected ourselves from this place.
Incorporating a couple of the daily words. Abberation from FOWC and emerge from RDP.
I had a dream
That I overflowed
And starlight lit my visions
But they were no longer mine
Instead they were plucked off the ground
Ripe fruit tempting those who passed
I’m trying again to write every day. I have to get myself back into the habit of sitting down and making time.
You don’t notice me
I can’t help but imagine
My name dripping from your mouth
A spoonful of soup
Slurped while still boiling
Forming welts on your lips
And your chin
Where I kissed you
Last time you remembered me
You don’t now
But I hope
I can’t think
So I peel away my skin
Long strips of thought
I can’t hope to hold onto
Though we hope things will get better soon we still have so many steps to go. I hope everyone is doing ok.
Nails in the flesh
Digging though muscle
Until you feel the bone
To disgust, love, jealousy
In this most absurd of years I must ask: Have you voted?
I try to bring myself up
Heighten the frequency at which I scream
But what comes around goes
You can’t hear me
I am … so many things and emotions and faces right now. I’m … unsettled, pushed out of any comfort zone I thought I had (as everyone has been throughout this year). I can’t believe it’s October 1st. Was I even born in January? I don’t know anymore.
I feel like I should dive deeper
But I get stuck in the foam
Swirling hearts and bubbles
While the real world simmers below
This is the first thing I’ve written in weeks. I’m sorry I’m so very absent lately.
I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.
I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.
Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.
Why are we like this?
Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.
This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.
Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.
Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.