no one
can know everyone
and all we can get is a general vibe
of the wants and desires of a majroity
but when will the majority default to kindness?
and when will those in power listen to the majority anyway?
no one
can know everyone
and all we can get is a general vibe
of the wants and desires of a majroity
but when will the majority default to kindness?
and when will those in power listen to the majority anyway?
sometimes
sometimes
sometimes
i want the
aesthetic /
the vibe
of writing
pen and paper /
ink and quill /
notebook
and brain
and nothing
else, but
oftentimes
that is just
too much /
too hassle /
too out of my
abilities in
this world,
so i simply
vibe and vibe
and write
and write and
create in the
best way i
can — laptop
and fingers
and my brain
that simply
will not quit.
lost
in a book
in music with words
in my own head’s thoughts
of solid phrases and anti-self-care behaviors
and i can’t think of how to
just get
out
~~~
thinking
about writing more
songs
poems to music
phrases that match up
with a tune and orchestration
and wanting to
maybe
perform it all
at some point
[soon?]
~~~
what happens
when you start thinking
in poetry
and try to bring others
along for the
ride
can you teach them how
or is it still just
such
a vibe?
i don’t have
many memories
from childhood
an iconic moment here
a rush of emotion there
the things that i did all summer
bundled into one specific instance
mostly
{like my thoughts}
i have
vibes
generally
my memories
consist of the
aura
of childhood
of carefree freedom
imagination
the feeling of being
too big for that tiny body
to old for this world
(or maybe too big for this small world
and too old for that young body)
and as my memories age out
from childhood
to tween,
pre-teen,
teenage-hood,
young-adulthood
the memories get darker
angstier
and even the vibes
are less clear
the older i got
the swirlier the emotions became
until something happened
and i feel like i burst forth
from a cauldron of muck
and murky emotions
and became fully me
[when did that happen?
when i hit my stride in my early/mid 20’s?
when i chopped off all my hair
and started caring less
about what i was ‘supposed to’ be?
when i finally birthed myself out of the
strong-arm of academia?
when i met kip?
when i figured out i was non-binary?
when i started feeling more like i did
at 9?
(even though, emotionally, i do still have times/days/stints
of 19-year-old me?)]
memories are fickle
and i feel as though mine might be
fickler than most
but hey,
the vibes of my childhood,
overall,
they were simply
exquisite.