It’s been quite some time since my last post, hasn’t it?
But, I suppose that’s been the case for most of my time blogging on here (besides post-graduation from undergrad when I was in a writing frenzy). I truly hope to get back into that kind of groove again. I just have to remember not to push myself too hard, which tends to ultimately lead to my failure.
For one, I can’t just go from not blogging at all to expecting myself to post something daily…
Ok, I guess I can, but it never works out when I get over ambitious too soon. And, in the long run, I just end up disappointing myself to the point where I’m not posting at all.
But, that’s all besides the point!
What I have here for you today is some poetry I wrote last May. I wanted to do an exercise where I wrote something
ANYTHING daily. And my only rule was plastered in bolded red as the header of my Google Docs file.
“Don’t overthink it, just write!”
(Which basically translates to “Don’t obsess about being ‘perfect’ or sounding silly, just write what you feel in the moment.”)
And, so, I did.
Well…that is, until I didn’t. I stopped after writing 7 entries.
Either way, I’d still like to share them with you here. So, without further ado, here are my “daily” May writings.
May 2, 2016
I feel like a mannequin.
Wearing the appropriate “uniform”
To fit in.
Tittering at the slightest shift in weight.
Unable to steady myself.
Quiet and fake.
An object both noticed and ignored.
May 3, 2016
The murky brown elixir is forced down my throat;
Each gulp restoring life to my falling eyelids
As the voices around me become distinguishable once more.
Each measure of awareness becomes the image
Words throwing themselves
At any ears that’ll listen.
That can’t be controlled.
A price that many others
Need not pay.
May 4, 2016
A pool of blood.
A grimace of pain.
A woman’s shame.
May 5, 2016
This day is
With a restless mind,
“Plans” to leave
As demons reign,
Talk of furry tails,
Tea and books
A day of gray,
Eyes fixed on
May 6, 2016
The city is mist.
the neverending rain.
Like a flower in bloom,
The buildings reach for the sun,
With as little success as those
Who live closer to the ground.
May 9, 2016
There is a demon inside
Who makes the mundane,
That recurring cycle of
It takes my breath.
It pushes hard against my skull.
It burns my eyes to the point of fatigue.
It binds my muscles in place.
It is actually an angel
Who is causing this agony,
Using my body to
Encourage my freedom.
May 20, 2016
I try to delve inside myself
To learn the truth within my heart
But this lake of consciousness
Is as solid as ice
Unwilling to crack beneath my feet
And reveal its depth.