Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

anxiety

  • Re-creation

    I try to recreate the moment when time stopped. The action just after fizzles on the tip of my tongue, an embarrassment I’ve failed to overcome. Therefore, I’m compelled to close my eyes in bed to fully concentrate, maybe try again… Impulsively, I yell out his name, the door closing fast in my face, but I… Read more

  • In the End

    Every ending is a disguised beginning. Might be trite, yet where would I be without the truism? Transcendence is the meaning of life, thereby giving purpose to my strife, right? But, it sucks in the dark, feeling stuck, searching for a life-line thrown from above to pull me out of the grave my brain has… Read more

  • Spring UP

    Rebirth: a bird burned to scorched earth. Feathers old Replaced. Time flies a new face Reframed. A peacock plumes eyes watch sky bright blue anew. Rejuvenation I Re-Claim. A Re-Try Remains… Read more

  • Distraction

    Oh, what a lovely distraction, What a moment of reflection! Stimulation, good vibrations; Movement towards motivation. I dance upon my consternation! I’ll reach for the constellations, Burning time with bright stars Loving the ride will get me far. Read more

  • Clouds

    The clouds are real, bleak stillness, a fog daunting dawn while the storm threatens safety, between my ears, thunder bangs my brain’s gong to commence crazy coming on… The fall fell while I blinked sleeping. My sun now shines dark leaving. Winter is waiting, my brain’s weeping. Read more

  • Upon a Dream

    After putting my mind in a cloud, for a nap in my bed, I laid down. Within the two hours passed out, we were flying a car town to town. Breeze dries my teeth from smiling at the beginning of my new ending. Flakes of salt break as I wake, in the same place, yet… Read more