If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”
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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;
Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle
God in a bottle, with a scroll from far away, telling me what to do. Surrender to a continental divide, take me left or ride from ocean to ocean, soak it in, this is to teach you obedience, give up your resistance, heed the message in the bottle or fall full throttle from mountain high.Continue reading “Frogs in the water part 2/God in a bottle”
27- I did the thing
again, where I didn’t write in here for a lot of years, I forget how many exactly. And I did the thing where I turned some things into people (fish, this time,
The Buzz
The fates could’ve said any of that, but no, they just went, “You exist, you control your future.” Give me vague platitudes of peace instead,
positive affirmations (5-9)
There is no freedom without justice but I don’t really
26- positive affirmations
If anywhere you go is the same, quit looking for the perfect place to build something that matters. Just build
into the roaring storm
so no you stupid fates just existing isn’t rewarded with happiness, I am a rainbow or water,
I screamed/under the wind
there’s a little brook that falls over a rainbow, and the brook one day asked the rainbow why they kept letting her fall
in these pages
All fates are the same, it seems: whether witch or demon, rabbit or tree, the tones just tell us to
Jordyn Saelor 