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Unapologetic Freedom | Poem #jibberjabber
Hello and hello! This is a little something I made for the Jibber Jabber with Sue daily word prompt! The word of the day is free. ~ Forgot to say what I meant as fast and as honest as possible Forgot where to look when speaking to someone brand new Forgot to abstain from looking…
Anecdotal Existence | King of Pieces
Master of His Pieces
strawberry whipped cream | poem
a silly nostalgia poem. enjoy! I remember a few years ago when I was rather young we went to the state of Florida and played for awhile in the sun. Then my aunt showed me inside the cold aisles of a store a tub of pink whipped cream I said it looked delicious and then…
may reminders | prose
Remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to others. Remember to not prolong a bad mood. Remember to analyze and understand your emotions. Remember to breathe, especially when you’re upset. Remember that not everything makes sense and not everything can be fixed. Remember that’s okay. And most of all, as said many…
Siren Days | Poem
red noise the kind of red you can’t see but the kind you can hear blaring and constant like all the news around you rich red, red noise ~ Sammicakes
may promises | prose
I promise… to cherish my friends and family to treat myself and my body with respect to be patient in all circumstances to remember all the parts of life that bring me joy to do all the things that make my day bright to listen to some of my favorite songs… and maybe write a…
night and all | poem
night and all the sounds that wander night and all the weird things you can conjure night and all the bad thoughts that fester night and all the dreams you plan night and all the good memories from the past night and all the visions you see night and all the music you listen to…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
flicker out | poem
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
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