time like ouroboros
nostalgia in reverse
sands spilling up into the palm of your hand
capturing a moment in the present
and the past
stuck between two times
two lines
drawing circles around circles
maybe that’s all it really is
with who?
i’m sorry i haven’t done this in a while
forgot how to speak to my soul
been too focused on feelin whole
half my journal is me trying to get to a place
and the other half is remembering there’s no destination
life’s just one big conversation
with who?
all along
life is elsewhere
i can’t hold it in my palms
who silences the ocean into calm
who said that all along is what i am
who counts the grains of sand
undated
walkin down streets writing poetry in my head
not really thinkin bout words i could’ve said
just focusing on feelings
so subtle but so there
every fucking thing is energy and when you’re still you sense it
everywhere
don’t know how many pieces of me are other people
don’t know how many pieces of other people are me
what would it be like if no one had a body
would we still feel so distant
how else do we know we’re me than by the face in the mirror
if you take that away what’s left?
not a foot print
not a breath
not a heart beat
just somewhere that souls meet
26 feb
making cups of tea you never finish
connecting words for poetry you’ll never write
doesn’t matter so much these days cause the constellations outside your window look just right
remembering a few selves ago this was only a wish
untitled
haven’t been writing in here much and i don’t know why
i’m present most of the time and the rest i don’t try
always end up writing poetry even when i don’t intend to
romanticising life, i guess it’s nothin new
good days starting to feel really good
bad days not been as bad as i know they could
don’t know what’s so powerful about a rhyme
when you’ve lost all belief in identity and time
existing from moment to moment
living on my own but it don’t feel like home yet
staring out the window watching the cars race by
life makes more sense when you focus less on how
and more on why
feel some deep wisdom coming from within
the ghost of all that i’ve been
can’t write about my day but i can write about what a day is
something i don’t appreciate enough
sometimes just overflowing with love
too many words, don’t know when it’s enough
but can feel it in my soul these days that there’s enough of love
where i stand
hate not knowing where i stand
hate not knowing what the future has in hand
trying to just let the cards fall where they may
but somethin restless trapped inside my stomach night and day
feelin inevitable on one hand and impossible on the other
spent too much time tryna juggle the scales of the lover
reminding myself it’s all written in the stars
and that truth lies forever in the tarot cards
time reveals itself
if u put your worries on the shelf
exist in this second
so the future holds no weapon
but you …
you’re in power.
where i stand; reprise
cars racing by
people headed for the city lights
everybody movin on their own time
but i’m just along for the ride
don’t know much about much these days
thinkin i’m going somewhere and life takes me a different way
driving the scenic route
with a heart fulla love and a tummy fulla fruit
things work out on their own time
just gotta know it in this mind of mine
