Of lakes in Spring
Hidden beneath a wall
A sheet of cold
A rigid version of myself
Confines me in
Blocks away all light
Layers me in
I count the nights
Bless the days
Till holes are formed
I let you in
Feel your warmth
A soft caress
Losing this layer of myself
Spring alas
To your bright
I am a mirror
An array of every colour
A hypnotizing shimmer
To bathe in rays and let
Your beauty be reflected in myself
The forest of my mind...
They often make me feel bipolar when they show up only one at a time. Then, occasionally, I remember that together they form an endlessly shifting whole!
Piglet: Oh, why’d I say that?
Gosh darn, shoulda just stayed home today...
I am small and always will be small
What if…. what if…what if
I’d rather not try just in case I fail
Eeyore: They probably just don’t care about me, I’m an afterthought as usual
I don’t deserve to be loved anyway
What’s the point of anything, seriously?
Who needs people anyway…?
Pooh: It feels so good to just be here and alive
Maybe he has some of that thing I like as well, maybe I can steal just a little...
Mmmm, now tastes quite sweet
Oh, I think I see a whale in the clouds!
Rabbit: These people need to figure their shit out
What the heck is wrong with them?!
They’re doing it all wrong, this is how it should be done!
Idiots.
Tigger: Oh man what am I gonna do today?
He swam across the lake? Well, I can do that too
You just watch me.
A little faster, let’s go, come on now!
Owl: You really ought to know this word
That’s not right? Really? Oh of course, I meant THIS. Of course, I did.
If I talk smart maybe I’ll actually feel smart, yes obvyuslee
Kanga: I really hope she’ll be okay, I’ll send her love and make her muffins
If I give more of me, they’ll surely feel more loved
But silly they are if they think I’ll give till I’m all empty
Be careful, tread lightly, it might be dangerous down there!
Christopher: Oh, silly me.
Just be yourself, you’ll do just splendid
Just let this go, be glad it happened
Plastic
Fake flowers
makeshift soil
decor the table
Colorfully lifeless
a reminder?
A reflection
Of meaningless desires
To render life
worth living
through objects
and our cravings
that need more
but never love
love what is.
An attempt
Tricking ourselves
Hopeful
In despair
Of life plastic
Never dying
Oh so toxic
Fear of ageing
Void of growing
Always smiling
While cracks inside
Our being
Crave the passion
Violent feelings
Unapologetic
existence
Of bold living.