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Gnaw

There’s something gnawing at the edge of my spirit

Small but persistent, hidden

Words once exchanged, hasty love

Bought sight unseen

Stored away in dark, cool places

It becomes secret doors

Scraped away in stone

And hidden ruminations

Based on smell alone

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gnaw

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Deluge

My words hit you

Violent and cold

Splattering over your skin

Clinging to your hair

A deluge of rain

Cursed as you run

My word today is not from any official source, it’s more as in a deluge of emotions have hit me as 2020 ended and 2021 began. The changing of the year actually brings little change, it’s purely symbolic, but there’s something to be said for moving a little farther from the dumpster fire that last year was. I hope everyone had good holidays and a happy new year.

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Chew

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.

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Ripe

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.

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Welts

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