Ephemeral Blooms

Wonderful

“Wonderful” is how I’d like to respond

When someone asks about my day

But lately I've found there's nothing around

That appeals to my sense of play

I need something new to believe in

And I suppose it must be myself

There's nothing else to be done

And little more to say

But I've got to get out of the hole somehow

And I'm doing it starting today

Carry On, Fair Fighter 🌷

Set fire to the acid rain Watch it burn, burn down See the sweet flames burn in the light Finally, I feel something Like the time I almost set a lighter to my own carpet We all lose yourselves sometimes Plug the holes with poetry Your leaky eyes with holy water Watch the flowers melt away It gonna-It's gonna be okay We pick yourselves up Journey on another day It's gonna- It's gonna be okay Lick the paint off your fingers Oil pastels all over your clothes You just murdered an emotion That's just how life goes In the words of my kindergarten teacher"Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow" If you were a salmon meant to fight it You would've been born with gills Now carry on, fair fighter We must get over this hump We must crest this hill

If You Give A Chicken Acid...

He’ll probably ask for a Xanax

a couple hours later

and tell you about a bad trip he had in ‘97

and you’ll nod along but you barely speak a bit of poultry.

If you give a chicken acid

he might want some nitrous

so you’ll have to find a balloon. 

He might forget where he is and won’t go home for breakfast.

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll go up to all your friends

and ask for their phone numbers and home address.

And he’ll most definitely stay out too long on the dance floor. 

If you give a chicken acid

he might tell you the truth about crossing the road

but then lie 

about where you can find the bathrooms. 

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll consider staying up with you to watch the sunrise

and maybe 

he’ll give you a line or two. 

If you give a chicken acid

you could wake up with a bad headache

and feathers in your hair

and not be able to drive home until the afternoon. 

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.

I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd

An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:

Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...

Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.

Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?

Me: ...wait.

I am so sorry.

There is a hidden softness to the winter, though, like the underbelly of an old matted cat.

Fragile Animals, Genevieve Jagger

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My father’s laughter  

Was so loud,  

I could never tell if it was joy or pain.  

What a terrible thing it is,  

To watch your father’s pride  

Fade away  

I’m sorry you had to carry a weight  

You never asked for.  

I miss you.  

"Bound"

The fog creeps in,

thick like breath

on a window,

the hills fold

into themselves,

and I am

somewhere else

while the red bridge

cuts through the mist

like a wound

that has yet to heal