As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”
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Wisdom of the Ancients
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”
Child of Rust
child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”
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””
Pi
I love you . To infinity and beyond, am I right? Like a circle ever going round, There is no end to our future. We could chase the sun set and rise, eat it like an orange and spill the glow between our teeth at midnight, a night light to remind this bed and starsContinue reading “Pi”
52 (4 years later)
It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.
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”
Silly humility/frogs in the water
silly humility got me like frogs in the water blinking black soggy eyes, silly humility got me an illusion
Generative AI
It is not a thing in the cloud. Not nebulously floating around, summoned by the beckon of a button, convenient, easy, fun. It is a thing broken
Jordyn Saelor 