Mentally exhausted to write
to the point of
tears stain the keyboard through and through,
from the tips of my hands,
and my eyes
blink fingerprints of life’s days now before in anything but pride and shame….
Let us say,
It’s a set of mixed happenings…
Sending me into confusion….
so I contemplate to drink more coffee to bring me back from this haze,
lasting coupled hours, so high of mindful energy as almost an addict partnership needing the desire of sickening dependency,
eventually drift back
into a decaffeinated zoning,
staying home on long weekends
the cool shade under the tree on hot summer days
warm towels out of the dryer
a fresh pot of coffee
the sunshine on a stormy day
a hot bubble bath
the cold ice cream on my lips
the rain in the desert
the calm of the sea
tasting food after a long day’s…
and it was well said in the name of love… yes it was.
I think that sometimes
thought can be a little heavy on the heart,
and so every single step needed to take
seems as if a thousand lights are flashing,
and we just can’t
just can’t seem to walk in the direction that we desire….
well that is in the hindrance of our thoughts.
Energetic mind frequencies bounce
Off the walls of my thoughts
Sending waves of message to my
Body telling me that it’s ok .
Just move as if you were speaking your mind …
A feeling of worlds entirety coming together.
At structured apartment buildings
Consuming hundreds of heads with endless thoughts….looking up…only living
To the standards of self choice and environmental influence…
These products run around town as if
It be the last evening to step foot…
I think I’ll change my name
That way when the word
exudes in madness from her
Mouth it won’t sound so
Bad to my ears.
the type of crazy
To dance her way
in sweet motion to
Overlook the bridge of infinite tomorrows but only see a past full of regretful yesterdays.
Im the sickening ways
That patience tells one
Consistently to stand with time
And maybe just maybe, even count backwards by seven from a hundred.
I am that woman…
Swinging from moods like I was born with a plan to urgently cause distress upon wonders.
Within the pause,
of her story.
That aunty of mine
Is a prideful-priceless
Piece of love…,
Nothing I’d trade for the world.