Discovery lies on the other end of a precarious beam with escapism.
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Memento
Remember you die, so you do not forget to live.
IDKWNTHT, but,
Do you ever wonder, in a million voices screaming at you; hey, why am I such a loser piece of garbage? And you know, you know, it’s coming from somewhere - past, present, whatever. Then you realize, it’s just one voice: it’s just yours. Even as you write you know you know you can never share this because relatable trauma only, please.
Feedback Loop
Cravings are a lagging indicator of a past need. Replenish what you require to avoid folding to desire.
Solemn
If solidarity were enough,
I would write until my fingers bleed.
No.
If it made a difference, I would cry,
for every broken heart
and soul.
No.
I am speechless, I am distant,
but I am not silent
and that is not enough.
No.
More.
Motivation
Let their derision fuel your passion.
Coagulant
Our ancestors sold the future
for convenience. Now,
we waste away,
fighting for peace of mind.
Addicted
The Process x River People
Settling my hand on a bur oak’s bare chest. Flailing distantly for the giving reach and feeling encouragement from limestone crevices beneath - I leap. Hints of living where fish swarm in silver darts for lunch and never hunger. She holds enough. They have two children in thick, wool hats. A transparent bond below a howling dog’s wounded voice caroling softly across the bristling stones.
Siren
Listening to your voice, I wonder how many beautiful poems I’ve hated listening in mine.
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