poetry – Mental Ground

Far too many choices

Statements meant to ease tension cause my cells to freeze with anticipation of trickery.

Shifting

Proficiency is a shapeshifter

Craving quiet

I drag my leaden limbs toward that which I want most. To sit in the soft light of quiet.

Willing silent suspension

Stealing a moment of quiet before like minded footsteps find this beautiful space. It’s a pleasure to be alone, when loneliness isn’t peeking around the corner. Surrounded by a gluttony of detail which never conceived of my existence. Yet it still manages to cater only to me in this suspension of time. I hold myContinue reading “Willing silent suspension”

Full

I think I let myself get too full on words. Now they’re all stuck vying for a way out.

Let it be uncomfortable

Let it be uncomfortable

The natural order of chaos

Damaged ceiling and a chaotic scene

There is no control.  Illusions once shattered will always remain in shambles.  Cut your hands gripping the loss if the pain will bring comfort.

Ready to leave

A sunset over a lake

One foot watching the doorway, the other counting the exits.

When I look too long

Imagine how we’d live to see the day if the different colors in our skin didn’t require products to make it more uniform.

When October Leaves

An abstract representation of trees empty of leaves.

I manage my time around the warmth of not needing an escape.