worn out words | poem

thoughts travel without passports or permission; love cannot be contained in the human body, so it now grows in the oak trunk of an endless tree. time threads us together in loose, haphazard seams; dreams contain all my greatest fears and fantasies, so now I plant them in the mulch beneath tall grasses to grow…

sweet city| poem

Winter storms on a windy dawn, they carried me out from bedrooms of boredom and yawns! There I saw people with heads that bobbled too far from their necks, but twas a splendid time, no less, no less! A girl of straw hair ordered an ice cream cone that stacked hot cream miles high, until…

anecdotal existence

I wonder if nothing would have happened if I didn’t know about it. How life would have been different if I was ignorant to the issue. ~ Sammicakes

what did they do before they invented the silence?

I wonder if I’m as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I…