🌹are red,
Violets are blue,
There’s something 🦆ing wrong with you
-Poems we love to hate, iPhone edition
Writer’s block, sorry (not sorry), randomness
Category: stream of consciousness
Oh Dear
I assume
I’m too late
For this date,
Though if I’m not …
Day 898 – Become
What I wouldn’t give to fully grasp each step leading here
Moments chalked into memory, easily given way to new rains
Collected in oiled steps, sliding back through the spectrum
Every fluorescent sound I’ve become, now unbound
A shadow on the memory, struggling to be seen, always seen, never heard
Baby Spiders Before 7 AM
This is not at all what I would normally post but … I don’t know, I’ll call it a slice of life.
This morning I had to kill a spider.
It wasn’t just any spider. No. I didn’t realize this was some mutant momma spider.
I thought it looked weird … but what the hell do I know before 7 AM when my daughter is refusing to go in her bathroom because of said spider.
So I smashed it
And baby spiders scattered across the tile.
I … Just stared for a second … I had that “sweet baby Jesus what have I done” moment.
Of course, I can’t shut the bathroom door and leave them. No, they’ll regroup into some Cartoon Network mutant villainy crap if I do that.
So I start screaming at my daughter to get the bug spray from the garage.
I’m pretty sure this shit is outdoor only use. It’s probably straight up expired acid at this point.
I do not care. I douse those innocent babies like I’m going burn the whole place and never look back.
Then I shut the door and walk away because I’m officially out of time for this to be a problem.
The more I think about it, the more I think that this was hidden in the fine print when I signed the parent contract. I didn’t knowingly sign up for baby spiders before 7AM.
A Thousand Eyes
It started with a dream, a thousand eyes surrounding me.
Now they’re part of the permanent daydream.
Drenched in disdain from behind the dime store shelf,
Heavy lidded and high as I drive.
I can feel them on me, even now.
Sitting at my desk, drowning Bailey’s in coffee
They stick to my legs, crawl between my toes.
How’d they get in my shoes?
I can feel them, eyelashes stroking the hairs
Serenading down my hands,
They even exist alone in the air.
How do I survive
With a thousand eyes?
Music: Mogwai – Kin
Oyster
You can thank Ramin Djawadi and the Westworld Season 2 soundtrack for this (he also composes the music for Game of Thrones if you’re interested).Â
I haven’t done any stream of consciousness attempts in a while …
Sometimes my tongue gets heavy before spilling over, filling my mouth with boiling sand. I try to ask you, push forth these things which have my heart bursting its seams but all I have are irritations, enveloping themselves in the bed of my skin. Though I claw and scream, leak precious blue blood over everything … Though I tear holes and try to dig away the itch there is no relief from the boiling grains buried within the thick.
Hypnotized
Free flow Saturday – With schoolwork and my vacation I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing over the past few weeks. I’m trying to get back into it. This seems like the best place to start.
Prompt: Hypnotize (this random word generator doesn’t always come up with good stuff but it pulled through today)
Music: Low & Dirty Three – In The Fishtank 7
I’ve never understood
People at rock shows in towering heels
But I’m mesmerized
By their sultry disregard, reckless abandon.
I think it’s odd
When families talk over dinner
Yet I’m entranced
By their shifting notes in laughter and love.
Once the idea
That I should be my own person,
Capable of a life beyond one envisioned
Of me, for me, in spite of me,
Sent chills through my skin.
Somehow here I exist,
Hypnotized, mesmerized
And I wonder if this
Is what normal feels like?
