why isn’t the poetry giving me the same excited vibe
it has been for three plus years?
do i need time
away?
or will this feeling pass
anyway?
short poem day
May 17, 2024
how was yesterday
twelve lifetimes ago
and age nine, for me, feels like last week
May 15, 2024
the rain falls
or just stalls
upon our little home
and we, cozy
inside, hide from the
wind and wet and chill and
catch our morning
here and now
May 13, 2024
maybe an extra little time
an extra single stanza
an extra couplet of rhyme
an extra moment in time
or something else will help me
be ready for the day upcoming…
May 8, 2024
talking the morning away
while thunderstorms roll by
and rain drops drip splatter upon our home
May 7, 2024
Studio Ghibli piano music
sings out of speakers
playful and delicate
and a butterfly flutters just outside the window
where our one speaker sits
calling the magic of life
towards it
May 6, 2024
i want to do
~things~
today
i want to get stuff
accomplished
and check
every single item
off of my to-do lists
and feel like i actually
did a whole day
today
May 4, 2024
running away from
all responsibilities
in order to take care of
my own health self
[i hate it i hate it i hate it]
May 3, 2024
creating art is pretty rad
and i think i can do this
for a while
longer
May 2, 2024
ok
hj
stop looking at pinterest
and reading wholesome comments
and instead
do the thing
you want to do
you want to do
kipventures 