wish i could remember pass words for other journals!
I'm jobless and without a car since January 25. Receiving unemployment for now. Got back into writing poetry. Here's some recent endeavors.
Un-
4/26
Spinning in circles with a cup full of liquid--
I used to do this when I was younger
& I feel like doing it now.
I feel like watching the liquid fly everywhere,
just like the thoughts in my brain.
I can't explain why I try.
But I do know that it is worth it to try.
I want to cry. Out
there on the periphery, maybe I would sing.
But here I sit & wait
for something to seep in through the cracks.
No reason to get excited?
4/23
Your face speaks volumes, you know:
you have so many different smiles & I love
to watch your eyes.
In a different time & another space,
maybe I already turned the page; maybe,
just maybe we are sitting somewhere,
watching & anticipating.
You flicker and sparkle across my screen.
I watch & wish I could reach out and grab you.
But I'm caught somewhere between pages,
like a flower pressed flat.
So it goes. But, who knows?
I am thankful, nonetheless, for knowing you.
Echo?
4/14
This is a slow orbit.
I may not know where we're going, but wherever that is
I am sure I'm going to like it there.
(I like it here now.)
A couple of years passed when I hardly wrote poems.
I like these moments of inspiration at damn-close-to-dawn: how I have missed it!
Sunbeams through the cracks in life.
Poetry is what I seem to be made of
(& it is nice to know I didn't fall apart in the storm).
I love the words that leak
and the words that you speak.
Clairvoyancy
4/26
The same tools I have to cultivate with are the same as the ones I have to salvage with
and I saddle myself with both Willingly,
into the nebulous clarity I go.
Punctuate don't hesitate
but think
Think
Un-
4/26
Spinning in circles with a cup full of liquid--
I used to do this when I was younger
& I feel like doing it now.
I feel like watching the liquid fly everywhere,
just like the thoughts in my brain.
I can't explain why I try.
But I do know that it is worth it to try.
I want to cry. Out
there on the periphery, maybe I would sing.
But here I sit & wait
for something to seep in through the cracks.
No reason to get excited?
4/23
Your face speaks volumes, you know:
you have so many different smiles & I love
to watch your eyes.
In a different time & another space,
maybe I already turned the page; maybe,
just maybe we are sitting somewhere,
watching & anticipating.
You flicker and sparkle across my screen.
I watch & wish I could reach out and grab you.
But I'm caught somewhere between pages,
like a flower pressed flat.
So it goes. But, who knows?
I am thankful, nonetheless, for knowing you.
Echo?
4/14
This is a slow orbit.
I may not know where we're going, but wherever that is
I am sure I'm going to like it there.
(I like it here now.)
A couple of years passed when I hardly wrote poems.
I like these moments of inspiration at damn-close-to-dawn: how I have missed it!
Sunbeams through the cracks in life.
Poetry is what I seem to be made of
(& it is nice to know I didn't fall apart in the storm).
I love the words that leak
and the words that you speak.
Clairvoyancy
4/26
The same tools I have to cultivate with are the same as the ones I have to salvage with
and I saddle myself with both Willingly,
into the nebulous clarity I go.
Punctuate don't hesitate
but think
Think