Tag Archives: reflection

Blur these Edges

Survival in the prison of my body: this bed my altar, sleep my sacrifice, eyes aching one of three ways, but if we’re being honest the third is just an intersection of the other two, tears plus sleeplessness featuring dull ache, day twenty three. — Survival in the prison of my body: a mind goesContinue reading “Blur these Edges”

I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest

Can I ask you a question how’d you like your insurrection? (Intro) The table is empty. The chairs are empty. The air conditioner is off. No one was in the room during the test, of course. The only thing that had changed was the angle. We started with an uninspiring skybox. An uninspiring box. ThatContinue reading “I wrote the first 2 lines, an AI wrote the rest”

Dark thoughts, Night thoughts

Burn world, burn I’ll spite you survive you build a palace from your ashes, burn world, BURN you have never loved me, have you? — dark thoughts, night thoughts, stray thoughts: this boy wants a boyfriend, because he’s tired of being the gayest person in the room –at least two trees in a hurricane ofContinue reading “Dark thoughts, Night thoughts”

tidal waves wept, candles lit

I find my voice, my style, then I break it after a while I’m pushing boundaries I’m sailing new seas I’m digging in deeper these spirit’s arteries, this song’s a keeper that word’s to weep this metaphor is too big of a leap. I write like a child I write like I’m wild then IContinue reading “tidal waves wept, candles lit”

So it Seems

All the words that could be written have already been written with the hand of this mitten, cold fingers snow-smitten and numbed into repeating the same beats over and over like the floppy paws of a hungry-for-food kitten. — I keep a long document of most every poem I’ve written since 8th grade and lastContinue reading “So it Seems”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”

Salad Spinner of Sadness

Picture a feeling of sadness. Now get your metaphors mixed up, stick your feelings in a salad spinner, spinning round and round button bobbing up and down laughter lettuce cleansing cabbage wasted water. Picture a feeling of sadness, a painting hung up on the wall oozing moisture and mold when you go to bed, theContinue reading “Salad Spinner of Sadness”

Take a Comment for Anxiety

I really liked your poem. This post was super insightful. That sounds like a super fun time you had with your family. *backspace backspace backspace* Okay, so those were terrible, we’re not doing any of those, no, we’re going with “this post means a lot to me.” *Backspace* periods convey frustration and anger So don’tContinue reading “Take a Comment for Anxiety”