for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
Nowhere, nowhere I wanna go nowhere with you Let’s be empty together and fill our glasses with the nothingness we share
the awkward girl complains about g… she doesn’t quite understand what… they tell her she’s real and it’s… and most intriguing, which is why… she loves people and making connec…
Sonny’s blues... the cup of trembling shaking within. Making sense of suffering and wondering
The trees... They soak up the carbon dioxide I… as well as the inner turmoil I exp… They release oxygen for me to brea… as well as loving guidance for me…
If beauty permeated the earth the way we wished it did... on a concentrated level like a jar packed tight with firef… could the beauty be recognized?
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
I’m not that great at loving mysel… CORRECTION: I am learning the… How we speak to ourselves, our int… is so crucial to our self-worth. From these thoughts come the actio…
It’s been way too long. It’s been way too long since I’ve shown myself love without the feeling of obligation. One day is too long.
Scribbles Unintentional Manipulated Panic The classroom door slams shut. Silence makes the chair screech The American flag never looked so…
Wind screams silently Leaves shiver Why learn distance? Thoughts. Stay.
Human clashing to loud music Orchestrating the environment Into a house of play We won’t be here one day and that’s the point
I am the victim because I think I am. Others see me as weak because I see myself as weak. Perceptions leaking
Anger from Awareness of unnecessary violence. The ability to feel It reveals Pain’s sources. A bigger picture Now,
Green trees needles fading to pale blue wave an ominous hello pavement clouds hover