Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
451 reads
18 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
451 reads
18 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
451 reads
18 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
13th Mar 2023 5:44am
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
451 reads
18 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
adrift...
talking to shadows
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#grief #women
#grief #women
240 reads
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
adrift...
talking to shadows
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#grief #women
#grief #women
240 reads
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
adrift...
talking to shadows
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#grief #women
#grief #women
240 reads
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
10th Nov 2024 5:43pm
adrift...
talking to shadows
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
embracing pain
because it deserves its grief
as I ponder upcoming days
I've spent half of my life
attempting to heal
from trauma...
I'm still only learning to identify
self-confidence is nonexistent
it's so hard to trust instincts
clawing for hand-holds
in the cliffs of understanding
loving others as a default
struggling to see my own worth
counting victories by the grain
...as in sand on a vast beach
it's never been easy
& I don't know how to reconcile ...
#confessional
#FeelingLost
#grief #women
#grief #women
240 reads
adagio
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
Adjusting the Dial - with AfterSexDilemma
The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
163 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
Adjusting the Dial - with AfterSexDilemma
The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
163 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
Adjusting the Dial - with AfterSexDilemma
The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
163 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
30th Sep 2024 00:35am
Adjusting the Dial - with AfterSexDilemma
The gossipers of the clouds
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
rain down dark's cacophony
Leaving me alone; covered in agony
neath the veil of twilight's shroud
Adjusting the dial to a new sound.
Listening to narcissistic gossipers pound
cued in amongst the symphony.
Agnostics and mannequins confound
as indecent as they are proud
Like a two-toed sloth of the epiphany
Inside the mockery of their frown
wound among the gossipers in infamy
A loneliness intensified by the clouds
buried in a salinity of dark infinity
A promise to search the lost and...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
163 reads
4 Comments
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