Who knows. Maybe what I really need is to rise from the dead.

the person I thought I left long behind

the neurotic documenter

afraid of the silence

never sitting still

those times weren’t so bad after all, knowing this is where you got

now are they

:)

Focus on fifth grade

for starting

maybe sixth

at most

until 2008

when a nine year old

girl doesn’t know that what she knows

is the most no no

thing a child should have been

familiar with the

sensation thereof

Being sacrificial lamb to the ever present Male Gazers View

Note to self:

this was supposed to be a reflection on those silly little puppets you and laura and Karina and Elise and Morgan and the penn valley crew made in fifth grade

the statewide map all painted giant style

into the blacktop just for you

to play the game of States where it was really Tag: Plus Things

so you’d call “Green, No Bubbles, Go ( Read more... )

Remember 1997?

or maybe that one was already ninety eight

naught but nine or at most ten

i woke up for the first, and most pleasant time

feeling brave enough to deep dive in

to the still reflecting embers

of a fireplace too tempting

so many lesson’s we’d learn

in that small house

on the edge of forest

backdropped by a water sonnet

the discreet ( Read more... )

I just paused my dollop long enough for me to realize that the third voice I was hearing was actually the neighbor and the only reason I recognized it was Becuase the third voice that arrived in the scene

sent a series of feelings all throughout me

my pulse had gone cold

couldn’t feel my toes

became tragically aware

of the fear holding me there

as ( Read more... )

I’m not particularly pretty

can’t sell my face

to an ad company

but i can think

and that’s far worse

cause guess what fucknuts?

our generation is coming for you

and now we’re widespread intellispawn

You can’t own our brains

try as you might

there’s always the fighter

hiding in the gutter

poor and downtrodden

But while you lit your life forward

with ( Read more... )

Oh right. Now I remember why I originally opened this up. Freethought letter writing was always the go to before

so why can’t it be again?

but also

people refer to the seasons of their lives

or the chapters

i have a series of those i loved best

And they all touch my life in overlapping spirals

the best of each

worst of all

I can pinpoint exactly ( Read more... )

The litter of memories

on papers, on screens,

on the cusp of entries

in our journals, our letters,

our network of spies

in this crazy fucked up

planet of dichotomies

Writing in a journal

folding notes to a friend

publishing a new bestsellar

crafting poems beside bed

in quill and ink

In paper and fold

As a series of numbers

that somehow could attain

morse code efficiency

with microchips

and little blips

of plastic bits

like braille

truly there

but subtly fair

the most basic woman rebellion

of always having a ( Read more... )

Remember when in high school days

we’d pass the class

doing our own codes

in slang and cypher

then folded secure

let’s face it

i have just as much time now as I did then

when I think back on all the times in my life

i focused on reflecting

how did you feel grounded?

because this is where

you know the people who

would find your news

would truly ( Read more... )