How can there possibly be
Any such of a thing
As an overactive imagination?
The actual real disease
That most are suffering from
Is underactive imagination!
Personal Journal
¡Peligro!
Evolution: one small step for man, one giant leap backward for mankind.
49–17/20
the walls of my prison crumble
as the walls of my castle appear
Sick day
Some days we can only hope
that Death has called in sick.
Two steps forward, one stumble backward
There are two sides to every story. Even my own story. Probably every story I’ve ever told myself.
Seriocomic
I like people who don’t take life too seriously but who do take very seriously the gratitude for being alive.
Play-grounding
i can muster up
some pretty good
grace & elegance
if need be — but
when it comes to
chocolate, crayons
or playful animals
i always become a
bumbling giggling
messy little girl —
Cutthroat
squeeze tight — dollars drip,
lay off loyalty — tears drop,
squeeze tighter — cents bleed
U.$.A.
America —
toxic profit
center of
the world
Beyond the horizon
I still believe in some faraway place where it’s all okay.
Forever…
as inevitable as
aging and taxes —
death is no longer
the surety it was
Falling to pieces
I’m a dandelion puff in a harsh wind.
Never & forever
when the things you want
to stay the same forever
do nothing but change —
and the things you’re ready
to be done with forever
keep relentlessly hanging on.