swimming in the dark
a sweet, petite Anglerfish
thinking about life
longing for a friendly face
listlessly waiting for hugs
Moss Heart
Moss has grown between the cracks
of the path, shrouded in many Winter fogs.
My heart was lost to the sea long ago,
so I walk the path like a forgotten wraith.
Many have come to this place and died
of the fright they feel within their hearts.
My moss heart longs for death.
Longing
longing for Winter
living in the matrix of
Summer and the heat
Three Versions
in the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a lil photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
asking about my comments.
a reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seeking clarity, edit the post.
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
Wordly & eager to type,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
Bee | Nectar
Honey Bee Buzzing
Hanging around like a rose
High on her nectar
Immunity to her sting
Irresistible temptress
Train
moving towards you
riding soporific waves
guided by the moon
Forgetting
dreaming of a fictional scenario
images of a socially acceptable version of myself
devouring the escapist feelings
living within a society obsessed with fame, wealth, privilege
grey hair, wrinkles, and my ideas
losing the ones who thought I was a robot, someone else
missing the signs of your love
fears dissolve into nothingness as you step towards me
forgetting society and myself
Gossip Birds
birds dance in the trees
teaching us how to gossip
shit on everyone
fears dissolve into the wine
leaving gossip for the birds
Hiraeth
from chair, to keyboard, and back again
relaxation, words, music and overthinking
between the monitor and the bookcase
flowing Hiraeth for my sister and her hugs
So far from Mum
a perfect night sky
watching the coming Eclipse
a wish to see Mum
we stand under the same sky
far apart, yet together
C & K 