If I could go back to my prime with all I know now, maybe I could really accomplish something. Make something of my joyous name, make this laughing spell between us stay the same. But what is my “prime”? Seven years old, innocent, playing games of succession? Eleven, on the cusp of depression? Older, myContinue reading “Wisdom of the Ancients”
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Royal “we”
Is royal “we” a form of gaslighting? Like, yes, peasant, we think you should pay more taxes, you’re outnumbered. Yes, the collective group think has decided, and you’re the minority vote. Listen, we have your best interest in mind, your needs will be considered as a fraction of our pie. But hey, I totally speakContinue reading “Royal “we””
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Mind
You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and
My New Favorite Song
“The State of the World” by Kalandra was released just yesterday, and I’m kind of obsessed with it. It’s a plea to the planet. A hunt for peace. The music video’s lovely, the singing’s on point, the piano and strings work together harmoniously… I personally struggle to describe the sound of music in words, butContinue reading “My New Favorite Song”
Whence the Waters Wailed
Flighty fingers hold the key to the pit in my gut where I bottle all my resentment. You know what you said, bedhead, but I pretended
Video Games
Do I take this for a sign of the breakdown of society? Or evidence for the inner voice asking if I’m fully human? I play video games but only multiplayer ones because I always pick the support character (the healer, the one making everyone else better, but who’s less-than-great at standing on their own)– itContinue reading “Video Games”
Inner Child
(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”
Hope of Coping
For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds cliché but clichés sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”
Scribble the Sun
Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.
Jordyn Saelor 