not-quite Journaling, 45
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly.
They take their time and wander on this,
their only chance to soar.”
when the veil is thin,
I brew poems for dead souls
alive in my heart
food and song in the graveyard--
to honor our dead
I have a thing for witchy hats, skulls, and audiobooks (with
creepy kids in them).
“Have you ever tried to fit in? If you have, you know how heartbreaking it can be. Twisting and turning into something other people would like is humiliating. I don’t recommend it. In the end even if you win their approval, you’ll be so disgusted with yourself you won’t like what you see in the mirror.” ~ The Weirdies, by Michael Buckley
I am easily distracted by 🍂🍁🍂 autumn-kissed leaves.
invoked The Power of Three, so:
I like multiples
brain, tongue, hand:
mind-love my flesh,
speak to my bones,
caress my soul.
Fresh, ripe, whole...
I’ll give you me,
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #51: The Power of Three.