viewthe presence of death—
always present: motivation
suddenly words flood my brain
this could be your last.
make it beautiful,
pick something and don't amble
languidly in wait or
driven by my visceral heart
infinity in the finite—
that's what we are
forget your mortality
and you won't welcome new scars.
#poetry
viewPages, flat, wide
mossy teeth
just the inside
a gut
storing leftover unnecessaries
quickies of joy—now lard
simple devices: a pen
creation: create or conserve your energy?
make some great shit
that I can read in 5 years
never know or care for its greatness now
just give me a reason to live THEN,
when I need it.
creativity [excitement] constrained
to a glowing screen
world: send your leaves falling
your cold into my bones
your waves into my ears
show me something again
I can love.
#poetry