Month: November 2022

November 30, 2022

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share with the world
your not-so-polished words
your poetry-that-maybe-could-use-some-revising
your writing
without rewriting
and see what the world
says

(that’s the whole point of this poetry blog)

November 28, 2022

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wanting to go on adventure
also
wanting to just stay home

the light shining through the vines
finds
sparkles in the dew drops
or are they rain spots
or is it already frost

thought
i’d write about mundane things

thought
i’d write about tech timings

thought
i’d poem about contemplation

but what i needed
to write about
was
nonsense
(apparently)

November 27, 2022

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something in my heart
beats a little faster
a little stronger–
the birds outside
remind me
of springtime
full of possibilities
(but also of pressure)–
and i don’t have the right words
or awareness to convey
the emotions i’m feeling today
so let’s just say
birthdays
are always a mixed bag
i just want to see into it
before reaching in
(but that
is not
how
life
works)

November 26, 2022

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the mood:
negative

the mood:
dour

the mood:
almost happy
for a little while

the mood:
existential

the mood:
hopeless

the mood:
hopeful
for once
hold on to it

it’s gone

the mood:
emptiness
is there a mood at all?

the mood:
cyclical
i should be used to it by now

the mood:
ever-changing
ever-growing
ever-morphing
into a new mood
a new emotion
a new thing to think and remember and grow

the mood:
i’m not worried
about my mood
(is
this
happiness?)

the mood:
how did i even get here?
to this place?
to this age?
to this mood?
to this hair?
to this me?

the mood:

the mood:

the mood:

[did i discover anything of substance?]

November 25, 2022

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give thanks
to the trees and rivers and oceans and skies
give thanks
to the people and animals who fulfill your lives
give thanks
to the universe that allows you to be
but maybe
forgo
giving thanks
to systems of oppression
everywhere they are/may be

a post-thanksgiving thanks-giving

November 24, 2022

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can one have growing pains
in one’s own brain?

the body eventually stops–
no more taller,
(maybe a bit wider,)
eventually the opposite:
shortening,
giving in to gravity,
what we do daily
affecting us
forever

but our minds
constantly
shift/
change/
adapt/
it’s not as easy
to pick things up,
but it is still possible.

so as we grow
into this new version
of our brain,
is that where headaches come from?
is that why i need more sleep than usual?

i wish i had
something
akin
to a wall measurement
to see the invisible
expanding…

November 23, 2022

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i used to think

to feel satisfied in life

i needed fame, notoriety,

an excess of success

but the longer i find

in my unknown life

the tiny pieces of joy

that set my heart alight

the more i begin to suspect

i might have been

a little bit

incorrect