Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
While treading water I open up my mind, considering my relationship with this element. Inhaling I allow myself to sink,
By Katie 3 years ago in Poets
This camouflage I wear, always. I donned it long ago, having realized its necessity to survival.
Slowly With purpose I push against the machine........we’ve become. This society of machines that feeds the wants
Standing Waiting on a train, I didn’t know it then, couldn’t have comprehended the importance of it. Or possibly the lack of significance either.
Cast out with your eyes and see, all that is good and right. The beauty that surrounds, with man and nature.
By thinking what have I created, have I hatched a new reality? A new world of my conjuring, solely within my mind, unseen by others,
Want A dangerous word, thing, desire. “I want” The daily thought of this phrase causing a world wide vibration of a continuous, selfish,
Tomorrow, this mistress of mine, always just beyond reach. She seems to flit ahead of me, dangling another day of life,
Someday a day will come that passes by without me. The sun traveling across the sky without my gaze.
I went for a run today and it changed me. Running is the salve that repairs me. To breathe is to run, quiet contemplation, silent footfalls.
The snake sheds it’s skin, starting fresh yet older, the same yet different. So too can we throw off the cloak we have woven,