While having a mini tantrum about the lack of layout options available (if you don’t want to create a pub) I decided to build a bridge and get over myself and put together an index-ish list. I’m not one for scrolling, so it only seemed fair to limit that for anyone that drops by.
However you decide to digest these musings, I do hope you find something that inspires thought, a fresh perspective, or maybe a little chuckle.
Please do have a rummage around the lists, perhaps leave some claps or a comment about what you find, or not, it's…
Living half (in)
not found, for real?
in the distant
Could it be
(Nah) couldn’t be
Then what, who, why?
Just stay (here)
in the dream,
you can hide
Don’t worry —
you to (my) hands
I’ve never been one to colour inside the lines of the standard picture, or try to fit in a box of any sort. Plus a high tendency to break out in hives when forced to do anything under assumptions. Basically, I’m defiant as fuck. However, just to be clear to all the “jump to conclusion-ists”…there are still high levels of courtesy and respect for others (to a point) with just enough morals, still present.
I tend to think deeply, logically and openly, steering clear of stagnantly fixating on either end of the spectrum relating to what is expected or unexpected…
There once was a group of friends
That splintered off to different ends
At first, it was a bit tough
And hard not to be in a huff
But strong connections always transcend
All those random events shared
Like picking out the vomit from hair
That prick that hurt you
Or quick plan to thwart view
No need to decode it's already clear
Speeches and words are not necessary
The deeper the roots the more arbitrary
A shifted pitch or tone in a voice
Tells us it’s time to fight or rejoice
Yet, always knows when space is mandatory
This is the end, hold your breath and count to ten...
- Adele, Skyfall
Alright mate, enough dramatics it’s only the end of a season, not humanity. Well, pandemic pending and all that…
The end of summer or any season can bring a sense of somberness and finality, especially for some of us that live in places where the summer season turns up like a prodigal child. In the U.K you have to make the absolute most of it when the sun shows up. Honestly, it’s gotta be nature’s practical joke. …
An empty soul tortured in a crowded room,
yet, no(one) can fill the barren space —
Screw the heartbreak that continues to loom,
blameless. For the cure (lies) in truths embrace.
Needs and cares shielded when confronted
Hidden for every performance that commences
Emoting from the stage but craves love unprompted
Falsely trapped in a vortex of hope and pretenses
The double-edged sword of being optimistic,
keep going, be open, it’s imperative to survive.
Feeling through the pain that's become ritualistic,
it’s expected, right (oh) fuck off un-welcomed gyve!
Hand-open, mouth primed awaiting consumption,
empty how? You bathe in bodies and…
During your formative years, how much attention did you really pay to the words of caution or advice you may have heard growing up? If you’re anything like me probably not that not much, or perhaps only after the shit hit the fan a few times. How much still resonates with you now?
Growing up I was taught to own all of the words that came out of my mouth. …
Stands guard while the sun rests.
Magenta hues melt into midnights’
faster than sound.
Rays pierce through the shadows.
Fluorescent siblings of the sun
stream magnetic fields of color
gasping for air.
Dancing gods twirling with the stars,
I have never seen or smelt a real skunk
Happily sheltered away from those punks
while living in a concrete jungle
my nose frankly didn’t stumble
across the stink bandits’ sprayed funk
Yet, there was no lack of sour fragrance
wafting from mouths and arses in sequence
when in close proximity on the train
a human sandwich you became
stuck in retch inducing coexistence
Many thanks to the emperor of quarantine boredom Will Hull for the tag
and the Eggloquent Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for setting the challenge — “Write a limerick about a skunk?”