Abida
South Bend, United StatesSword balancing, animal loving, beer drinking, dirt crawling, hiking Appalachian who stands outside during tornadoes going “Now...
Here’s Céad Míle Fáilte to friend and to rover
That’s a greeting that’s Irish as Irish can be
It means you are welcome
A thousand times over
Wherever you come from, Whosoever you be
“Prohasar man opre pirend, sa muro djiben semas opre chengende” — Bury me standing, I’ve been on my knees my whole life. -Romani Saying
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What it to do . . . .
I have made a decision. I have decided what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to be a polar bear. / After all, what’s better than fresh salmon and the destruction of human civilization? / That is . . . if the rapture doesn’t happen before I can grow copious amounts of white fur all over my body. / Why do certain Christian extremists tend to forget what the Bible says about…
Incredibly smooth.
So the leg hurts. Blood is such a funny thing. Incredibly smooth sometimes, lumpy when it’s at its worse. A tad bit of pain is no problem but the occasional panic about the future might sometimes strike a flurry of confusion.
The minutes turn to hours turn to days . . .
I have been mysteriously absent lately. It’s not permanent. Things have just been stressful, and then I took a much needed break. I am still here.
Wakey wakey
I am sitting here, cold but sweating, feeling like a bird is going to hatch from my brain. I keep wondering if I will ever feel fully awake again.
Recently Added
Hits from the 90s.
I hear that song in my head / Flashback. / Nostalgia. / Oh, how I yearn for that kiss,Sshhhhhh….
So quiet.Spent.
Maybe I overstepped my bounds / Released the trigger too soon / But, God / I triedWhen I cry
It is a lonely, / silent cry; / mouth wide in a scream / pounding on my thighs.Aspiration.
She is caught in a web of rock / Sharp, jagged, full of broken promises / She falls / Like a moth with a broken wing in Tartarus
Distance.
The fetal form a comfort / . . . / Far / It’s too far / I can’t crawl, my knees…Describe it to me – In Progress
The clouds dimmed my room but artificial light is so taboo, so I sat in the darkness, sipping velvety cocoa, and read . . . something.The Recent Tide.
In light of the recent tide / I’ve decided that endurance / Is just as great as strength / The creaking floorboards above me / Indica…Wishes.
You will seem to think / that I was never here. / The genie returns to the lamp.
A Rose Fallen
A rose fallen / Is like two lovers / Laid to rest / In fallen snow / Both proclaimed by sanity / And in their midst / Disbelievers / A dead…
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