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Posts tagged ‘purpose’

to catch ourselves, the fireflies

sometimes i want to
walk on the moon
let the weight of my worries
feel a little lighter on
my shoulders, gravity won’t
hold us down too much
sometimes i want to
walk on Mercury, feel closer to
the sharper, hotter touch
of fire from a dying star
we think of ourselves as temporary
and the universe everlasting
when all of us from humans
to ants to planets to jellyfish
to comets, are just glittering
dust settling into bottles and jars

backdated post a day poem for November 4th, 2017

the game

i hate playing games,
especially ones i don’t know the rules for
if the strategy is theirs, and not mine
i feel anxiety over not controlling
what i feel should be my move, my play –
and yet those games are easier to follow
which is why to this day, i say
one of the hardest
games you can ever play
to win or to lose
to avoid or to choose
to heal or to bruise
is the game you face against yourself everyday

backdated post a day poem for September 24th, 2017

ice and glass

even on melting ice
i’m still able to stand
even when lightning strikes
glass will be made from sand
i’ll take from it fresh or
salt water, hold it within my hands
bitter, sweet, slipping into
a grey sleep was never
a part of my plans

backdated post a day poem for October 5th, 2017


the warmth of the cup of noodles
presses into my face
come to think of it – just how many noodles
or apples or licks of ice cream will
i enjoy before leaving this place,
before being erased, no longer walking
in the same air on the same streets
no longer wondering about stares
or how to get anywhere or everywhere,
ill no longer have to worry about scales
or measurements about what is fair
and whether or not someone truly cares
the world truly is a weird, strange place
if you think too hard on what it means
to be out of breath, taking a last breath
in a world full of air

backdated post a day poem for October 8th, 2017

when red lights no longer red

will the red of stop lights feel useless
if the existence of footsteps and creatures
crossing their streets were wiped from
the world, or would they turn red on
themselves, stopping themselves –
leaving the night to curl her fingers
around dark, empty streets holding
tears and wrinkles from
tires and feet

backdated post a day poem for October 9th, 2017

stepping onto mountain tops

We can be Olympians,
if only for our own lives.
Dig our fingernails into
mountain rock
Push ourselves to the limits,
let our feet weigh against
gravity, from the
tallest mountain peaks
run, not walk the talk

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: overcome

we aren’t hollywood

we are meant to taste the
sweetness of death
because sequels are always shitty
reboots are not necessary
and prequels are ridiculous
if we were guaranteed more than this
one singular, earthly life – we’d be
spending way too many lives
just figuring out how to make
the current one right

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: continue