i want to do
something
with all these poems
posting them seems the best option
but also
i’m scared.
i’m scared of people seeing them
i’m scared of no one seeing them
i’m scared i’ll succeed
i’m scared i’ll fail
i’m scared of so many things
(when did i get so scared?)
~~~
creativity
breeds
creativity
depression
breeds
depression
just keep that in mind.
~~~
oh
when did i start writing
for me?
combing
through etsy
to find
a piece
of indigenous art
of wood
for the five year anniversary
that suits
us both
~~~
wow
yesterday i was so inspired
to write and contemplate
the original monologue
and today
i am not feeling it
at
all.
(but maybe i should just try anyway)
~~~
(and why do i feel the need to decompress after acting class
whether i do well or not
whether i achieve any sort of catharsis?)
(i still feel a bit like an observer
an outsider…
when will that end and i can feel truly
part
of something?)
to wake up
the next day
and the next day
and the next day
forever feels like
[exhaustion]
but some people see it as
opportunity
and i’d love to be one of those people
[maybe one day?]
~~~
cold air
makes me feel
so forlorn
even in the springtime
when it should be a reminder of
where we just were
(though it’s barely the temperature we’re coming from)
it feels like
everything is dying again
and i’ll be placed in my
hibernation
for my own good
because otherwise
that hibernation
would beg to be
permanent.
~~~
to create
or not to create
[for the zine]
that
really isn’t a question at all.
when one has an endeavor
that one is excited about
that one wants to be
at least close to great
one will do it
and do it
proudly.
hey
zlnut
the coffee of the day
~~~
flick
of the tail
mowgli’s peace of mind
is never that peaceful
(except during catnaps)
(and even then…)
~~~
a short poem day
interesting
