write. it. all. warped and unpolished
proposal, pitch, idea, thought
don’t wait, please. your mind is too full
release the pressure, now refine
film is immortality posed
stories retold, in framed false folds
it defies perfect memory
yet keeping what emotion holds
cool runnings, secretariat
worry is not siloed, sealed off
saran wrapped and frozen in ice
it dissipates and vanishes
when shared like dessert, slice by slice
om shanti om and mrs. america
will they come home? safe and healthy?
will they come home? safe and healthy?
nothing else matters, nothing else matters
will they come home? safe and healthy?
incredibles 1 and 2, pad man
two hours, and joy takes my heart
what i was meant to be realized
teach, perform, shine, bright as you can
darling’s found her life love, so wise
time close, looming insecure
post its lose strength, fall exhausted
shifting cal blocks, tetris for time
no more said, i’m working tonight
speak your mind or regret silence
those are your choices, darling girl
better to vomit all your thoughts
to you, to someone, to the world
gratitude, like silent glitter
sprinkled gently when all is done
family, friends are so precious
when they see more in you than some
i made contact in distant times
found connection to my mind, thoughts
and through great pressure, ripples form
from a drop of conversation
truth hurts, queen Lizzo says boldly
unearthing self limits and doubts
yet better to know and see them
than ignore and shut people out
crazy ones aren’t relatable
it’s difficult to understand
the contortion of self and soul,
quick changes so she is not damned
competition, a good driver
yet it shines a light on mistakes
uniqueness is not cursed distance
but a success route with my strengths
twenty-nine: penultimate dread
that I missed the milestones of age
but as I reflect on my haves
I am freed from this covid cage
people are trying, I hear
craving to be needed, happy
trying so hard, yet it makes sense
be secure in your competence
inspired by pri
weakened by uncovered truthfuls:
i seek the unsatisfying
forked road, perhaps i was too quick
to choose hard over happiness
peachy keen, on this daily mourn
rewind to films that made me dream
if only adulthood recalls
frames that formed the spirit you’ve been
saan milan, you made me think hard
to speak justice to those confined
i fought to open this large door
to discuss, this language of mine
don’t look back at what has been gone
memories should rest like brown bears
pensive lessons they remain like swans
rough diamonds polished with great care
wrinkles in time, age doubtful minds
weakened and plagued with hopeless thoughts
cherish, wide-eyed, trusting strong one
you’re not foolish, born kind at heart
Saw Hamilton for the first time
Woven refrains packaged in rhyme
Mirror, as long as I’m alive
I will never be satisfied.