This Year: 2020
Next Year: 1984
This Year: 2020
Next Year: 1984
The hardest substance known to man: it bends; never breaks
Don’t file me under: disability, deserter, despair
File me under: battled, loyal, hopeful
Sometimes it’s important to think about how we want to be remembered, because it helps us go toward something higher. Try to divide negativity into something positive, because, after all, it takes two negatives to make a positive (according to mathematics). I want a plus sign above my head in the end. How would you want to be filed away in an abstract sense?
You’re the queen
Of my foreverdom
I have no words
For that word
Only broken images:
Burned bridges
Fallen trees
Slanted flowers
Clouded light
You cannot build
a relationship
out of
wood.
Better yet
You cannot
build a relationship
out of
wood and water.
Eventually
the water infuses
the wood and
turns it into
a pile of
warped
mold and mildew.
We built our relationship
out of wood and water
and that is why
we failed.
In my possession I have
A pair of crystal balls
Would you believe that
Sometimes they can predict the future
Upward to nine months?
Summer comes first. Always, summer comes first with a sunlight-like weight upon your shoulders. Everything, everyone is a light bulb, a candle that cannot be blown out despite the murderous winds. Pleasure dresses the unknown. Wonder builds an unexplored city. Doors open doors that open doors that expose your eyes to the play areas of enjoyment: mountains of dreams, slides of hope, clouds for trampolining. But spring comes next: the realization of the mirror, the blossoming of other eyes upon you. Thorns grow where they’re not supposed to and bars fence in your heart. Winter storms in like a hic … cup. Here, frozen faces stop smiles. Invisible clouds shield you from the forgotten warmth of yellow. Longing impregnates your mind, swallows softer thoughts until they sink below the surface of love. And finally you enter the fall, lose your footprints amongst the leave-carpeted floor. Some days your eyes are green and some days they are red. But most days your eyes are so black that you forget about the changing of the seasons.
(Originally published at the Eunoia Review here.)
Where all the words
Are the same … and
Nothing comes out but:
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
?
In love with this!
Ingredients
Instructions
1. Heat the Overthinking in a saucepan until boiling
2. Add Worry, Fear, Stress, and Anxiety to Overthinking in the saucepan and heat until about 300°F (or hard crack)
(Note: If it is not smooth, try adding a little bit more Fear, it really helps with the consistency)
3. Combine all of the ingredients (except for the Try Harder and Sorrow) in a container that can logically only hold about 6 cups and set it aside for at least 5 minutes, or until it settles.
4. While the other ingredients settle, whip up the Try Harder with an egg beater or a whisk until peaks start to form. If the peaks are not staying up, add more…
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The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming