Tag: spilled ink (Page 1 of 9)

my mother says I am impressive.
what does that mean?
I yo-yo between
the ridiculousness of her words
and the incredulity
that she would say something
that she didn’t believe, therefore
it must surely be true.
my mother says I am impressive.
parents are biased.
parents see what they want to see.
parents are wrong sometimes.
but sometimes I still believe her
and want to thank her
for relieving my guilt with her praise.
my mother says I am impressive.

Written on Friday 1^st
January, 2016 at 21:50

searching for someone
who gives a fuck and
isn’t afraid to say so:
sometimes they are
closer than you think,
even if they are further
away than others you
had previously pinned
your hopes on.

Awaiting acutely,
aching and awake –
far too awake, alert,
I wait
for days.
Artificial acrobatics, an
armful of blood
gone
anxiety escalated,
awaiting alleviation.
After Thursday,
agitation quietened,
quickly quelled,
dispelled until next time,
assessments and appointments,
awaiting a verdict again –
not-so-merry-go-round.

I need to do something
to stop my hands from shaking

you could be the thing
that stops my hands from shaking

how the years have changed me.
what if the best years of my life
have been and gone already?
In a way I wish I had never grown up.

A poem a day doesn’t keep
the bad thoughts away.
It just replicates them on
the page – 

but it’s better
than letting them fester
deep inside your brain.