Going Out With Some Poetry
I have the same fucking resolutions so tuck them in, pull the sheet up to that warm space under chin, kiss foreheads and take a mallet and wallop until you need to clean the walls.
I just want to be a better version of myself in 2018. I want to level up. I want to shed as much bullshit that does not serve me as possible. I want to put my money where my mouth is. I want to write another book. I want to sell a fucking book. I want to hit my Goodreads reading challenge for once. I want to eat all the unused gluten and buy recreational marijuana. I want to be what the picture of this lion is:
In an attempt to remember who I used to be, here are two poems.
You Are The Morning Quiet
Where there are pots and pans hands, you are not. The loud frightens. Its ugly, a thorn.
Between the clangs and bangs your soft slips in.
Your still, a reckoning of peace
of home
Brown flashes tendriled bright
I wait for each one
High Hopes
There is a shuffle in my heart it skips warm then chokes a snake mid eat on a thing it th…
I just want to be a better version of myself in 2018. I want to level up. I want to shed as much bullshit that does not serve me as possible. I want to put my money where my mouth is. I want to write another book. I want to sell a fucking book. I want to hit my Goodreads reading challenge for once. I want to eat all the unused gluten and buy recreational marijuana. I want to be what the picture of this lion is:
In an attempt to remember who I used to be, here are two poems.
You Are The Morning Quiet
Where there are pots and pans hands, you are not. The loud frightens. Its ugly, a thorn.
Between the clangs and bangs your soft slips in.
Your still, a reckoning of peace
of home
Brown flashes tendriled bright
I wait for each one
High Hopes
There is a shuffle in my heart it skips warm then chokes a snake mid eat on a thing it th…
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