Some of the stuff I’ve been scribbling on scraps of paper..


Whispering


Living on the edge
of splintering time
(Inhale, exhale)

Fragments repeating
Scant sliver of now
(Inhale, exhale)

Any of these may be the last-
She cannot risk standing still

…

It's sad, how quickly it happens
that the world no longer needs us~
That is the root of my resignation
and the reason I find myself
longing for home.

…

No matter the package
Who cares about size?
Whatever your shape
your shade, your share
Wherever your place
in time and space
These things are but nothings;

I have carried you with me.

…

Thinking out loud:
Perhaps I’m not
used to the darkness..
Delusions so strong that
I have to slowly back away
Or face the consequence
of ceasing to exist

…

Schizophrenia

The mind's rejection of ordinary?
No, it's worse than that.
It's the rejection of this-
Arms out, slowly spinning, looking from side to side-
All of this-
I've studied the wreckage
for years, and finally
The answer has come:




Poetry by R.W.S. The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-06 at 04:33

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