
monday mania leads to
tuesday trauma leads to
weepy wednesdays that spur
thirsty thursdays i beg
forgive me fridays and plea
save me saturdays back to
center sundays
do roaches bite ?
i fear they might.
that same feeling
of not being right.
inspired, but not motivated. motivated, but not inspired.
i guess this is a bit of a rough patch i must go through.
i’m studying the art of sincerity so i can better compliment people.
i dont know why i feel like i am not genuine. a part of me feels like people only pretend to like me.
sweetness
and poise
has gotten me nowhere.
i feel as though
the hardest thing to be
is passive.
internal light dance
turned raging fire
burning for release.
my soul to scatter
like ashes
on the field.
sweet release
will that wind dance be
and with real grace.