At first The words Were ants Easy to dismiss As they marched across the surface of my mind Dogma in every step I tried to cross over them Difficult When they loop beneath eyelids The onset of shingles Vaguely itching But not yet full blown hives The discomfort grew Which is when I realised What […]
I am not your avatar Although you can call me what you wish And will I’m not your feelings To swallow bitter pills As you look at my reflection And see only your own In your eyes I’m nothing But what you grow Water Feed Know this I am not what you think And you […]
Ego Is me In front of me Blocking me Preventing me From seeing Anything else When I look at you I see me When I look around A thousand meeeeeees Spring up A forest Of trees Falling For the sake of me And I’ve had enough Buddha said if you see your beloved on the […]
You can say something a million different ways and each way with a combination of slightly different words and a slightly different angle will be received uniquely The quality of light sound texture aroma every time it enters us falls a certain way its own way, and how it falls, is something the mind decides […]
When jealousy alights on your shoulder And envy digs it’s claws in your chest Listen Because they are showing you your next step All too often these emotions are shown with a negative light Because they feel negative and can be toxic if not addressed maturely But if you slide the switch to the other […]
There is a place in the throat You can feel it when you swallow Words They form a clump Like a jar lid Keeping emotions inside Contained Be careful of the seal Things can go rotten in there Restraint is commendable But stomach acid does terrible Things To an inside that doesn’t ring true
The sensation of watching through a car window Life rushing past All those people that drive along side Faces in vehicles Passing by I’m moving fast Faces blur Life is a journey Not some ambling detour That goes around and around Sometimes it’s only the people in the same vehicle that are still here We […]
Between the shoulder blades Is a space Where hackles can grow longer Turning Into sharp spikes of spite Or wings That though they may be metaphysical Still enable flight You decide.
Happy Sunday another scheduled post with one of the earlier poetry movies that I did. https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2019/11/21/the-voice-in-our-head/ Back tomorrow. Stay well and enjoy your Saturday or Sunday whichever it is in your part of the world.
Fear Paralysing Heat rushing Heart sinking Shame Shame Shame The fear of failing being seen as lame lame lame I’ve had all these fears All these moments Again and Again and again And I’m still alive There is a second sometimes when I post something Where I literally have to walk through a brick wall […]