your smell fills my mind with disgust. it squeezes my throat till I cough, wishing to forget your revolting memory. i cant cleanse the room; i cant rid my heart of your smell. i cant spit you out. i cant cover you up with a fine fragrance. you linger here- unwanted and relentless. my mind…
Whisked up in the winds of Spring, I am lifted. Carried along by the leaves strung across the sky, The breeze chills my naked cheeks. Flying away, it reveals the warmth freely gifted by rays of sunlight. The trees are far below me now. Scattered bushes identify as freckles on the surface of the earth.…
This mulch is my mulch. It is dark, deep… thick. My mulch smells, looks and covers better. Keep Off This soil is my soil. It is fine, fertile… rich. My soil grows more, better and faster. Keep Off This grass is my grass. It is crisp, clean… fresh. My grass is greener, cooler and softer.…
scrambling, scurrying, always hurrying. nothing to see. looking, worrying, constantly wondering- who’s watching me? panicking, stressing, knowing nothing pleasing, jumping, huffing and puffing laying down, I’m playing dead hoping it all will pass overhead kicking, screaming, clawing the sky wild haymakers blindly fly sprinting, sweating, gasping, panting tripping, falling, bruising, scraping hopping, ducking, weaving, racing…
My mind is racing. My mind I’m chasing. Through the past, around the future… Jumping over painful thoughts, Running wildly amidst fantasy, Swimming through a sea of dreams, My mind is racing, My mind’s escaping. I’m falling behind, I’m losing sight. I’m running, I’m pushing with all my might! My mind is racing. My mind’s…
Eyes and Ears 