Internal World
In silence thoughts are born
Stories that die with us:
Gates to the internal world
Let them open up
Why do we fear our selves
Muffling silence with cold blue light?
Who are you
Without the things you buy
And the posts you like--
Without the people you love
Alone in bed at night?
Projection
Story of my life:
Silent judgement
Waisted insight
Waking up
Warm in the morning to
Images
Pouring down from the sky:
They'll fade out when you die
March 2016
Haystack Rock in cold air
High on ecstasy
Seagulls in rain
You didn’t want to see
Your parents:
The love would be too great
Dad's getting
Into boxing
Mom's got cancer on her lips, (“the way blood is shown”)
Sister’s depressed in Canada
I'm right here:
Just mind and this
Old pain in the family:
Fresh paint on the canvas
Tears freeze on the mountain:
Avoidant attachment
Waking up
Warm in the morning to
Images
Pouring down from the sky:
They'll fade out when I die