Even Recorded Me is tired of my equipment issues.
memories
out of the darkness, they came
like lightning bolts of flame
we ran and ran, but lost our grip
beware, beware, that gradual slip
take one wrong turn, my dear
that’s all it takes, out there, in here
its not a choice, not conscious, at least
choose today, to ruin or feast
dead of night
if the night came to life
and breathed into your ear
what would it say?
behind the door
where there’s a little magic
there’s a little more
and if you can find a single reason
you can find it behind a door
like a butterfly’s wing –
you can’t touch it
but if you keep looking
you’ll find a key to fit
it isn’t made of gold or glowing
but if you listen ever so closely
it will speak into your fear
in wails and whispers, mostly
but beware, listen carefully
and start at step one
or one day you’ll wake up
questioning what you’ve done
in a place you don’t know
with more questions than one
like, where is all your skin
and why are you holding a gun?
poison of another kind
when i was a kid
the world was on fire
and only the ice
could make the pain sleep
silly child
i didn’t know the cold
could burn just as deeply
Write What You Want
…. yeaaaaaaah…
Okay, I know, I know.
That’s my problem.
I’ve been writing for others for so long that I forgot how to spin a story from my own mind.
And now that I actually want to write for me…
I don’t know what story I want to tell.
I could literally write anything. About a pear that hitched a ride with an outer space alien and robbed a liquor store. Only, turns out that outer space alien had been living in pear’s backyard as a stalker for seven years, isn’t an alien, and definitely kidnapped a real alien in order to steal it’s intelligence and technology. And who knows what the fake alien wants with pear.
But do I care?
No.
Let me tell you, no, I do not care.
And I don’t know what I want to write.
I don’t know what stories I care about now.
Interesting thing is
this doesn’t bother me.
It’s a stepping off point.
A cliff that isn’t actually a cliff.
It’s a new beginning.
A blank page.
I get to do whatever I want with it.
you know it, i know it, let’s all take a nap
get out of your own way
YOU know what you need
YOU know what you want
you know what your heart and mind are fighting for within you
the hard thing is
everything
is easier said than done
and the world?
there are nasty people that want to make it harder for you
people who want to crush you
step on you
confuse you until you don’t know who YOU are
but you have your own power
it might not feel like it
it might feel like you cannot wield it
but you can
somewhere, deep down, you know you can
even if it’s a shriveled little lump of dead, unused muscle
you can exercise it
get stronger
and let’s not forget
there are GOOD people too
people who want to love you
support your, empower you
there’s hope
you just have to find it, fight for it
and learn to rest
