Lighthouse

Equinox

digging one hand

fingers deep 

down 

past soil

anchored in bedrock

trying not to shift

fault lines

other reaching

grasping for sky

I'll be your

p e n d u l u m

if you'll just

let me balance

day 5

#5daysoferos, final day ☺

day 4

day 3

     sometimes comfort is sharp
     or dull and thuddy
     sometimes the pain
     is
     what i need
     and sometimes it’s
     just the buzzing

     in my bones
     in my head
     in my flesh
     in my bed

     everything too loud
     and never the right
     kind
     of bzzzzz

     can hurt
     feel like solace
     can rough handling
     feel like home

     y e s

     the bruises are already there
     you just bring them to the surface
     this is how having
     you
     written
     into my skin
     feels

     #5daysoferos day 3

day 2

Hold

you think it's an erotic thing
i see your smirk
when you flash a little
forearm
just a tease
because you think
you know my mind
you don't understand

that this fetish
originates in comfort
that it's not
always about
feeling, touching
grasping

#5DaysofEros day 2

challenging, day 1

My entry for day 1 of the #5DaysofEros challenge (created by Fleassy Malay)

I would say that short challenges are pretty easy to finish, except #fulldisclosure I first joined this one two rounds ago...and have yet to complete one.  So...your guess is as good as mine as to how this is gonna go...

Scribbles and Scribes

Does anyone else absolutely loathe how terrible their handwriting has become over the years?  I suppose it's a sort of casualty of the electronic age.  And as much as it bothers me, it's almost a decent trade. 

I've gotten so used to scribbling things out fast because my brain works so much faster than my hands...but also likes to forget things, which isn't helpful, brain.  Between the fact that I type half the day, and that I have developed a weird staccato shorthand that often isn't even legible to me in order to try to keep up with my brain's insistence on "write this down NOW", it's no wonder my handwriting has fallen by the wayside. 

All that to say, here's proof I am making an effort to do the poetry and posting things:

giving in to my brain's demands

Confession:  I don't always follow my own rules.  Case in point, writing things in my head doesn't get them anywhere else.  (Yes, I did just link an old as fuck post that happened to be my first entry here.)

I've been in a garbage headspace lately.  Super surprising, I know 🙄  But I have been writing.  Thing is, it seems my brain is only interested on writing halfass notes on things I want/need to write, but is fully here for poetry.

As part of my brain's ransom demands I was forced to start a new instagram account (mostly) focusing in this...poem writing endeavor...thing.

Which I promptly ran away from. Again, I know you're just shocked at that behavior.

Honestly, though, fuck it.  If it makes my brain quit yammering at me, maybe it'll also send a little dopamine and serotonin my way.  I could definitely use it.