Every little moment you have to yourself. Make it a moment for yourself. -TLEofCassie
Tag: thoughts
salt & sand
Salt tangled hair-
damp bathers cling against skin.
The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint.
Grains of sand dabble throughout the car.
Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt.
Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze.
Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two.
Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms.
Sun shies away upon the horizon.
Such a day comes to an end-
as the waves calm towards the night.
sculpted civilisation
Chiselled sculptures-
cracked faces.
Crowded channels.
Fallen fragments-
of what was.
Occupied scenarios-
unsolicited control.
Foundations cracked.
Faded faces.
Fragmented times.
picture/ perfect/memories
Picture perfect memories-
shrouded static-
encompassed-
fragments.
Empty-
voices.
Muffled-
sounds.
Fading-
always.
Picture perfect memories?
solidify
Slow thoughts-
pondering mind.
Eyes closed-
heart open-
soul speaks-
inner secrets-
creep on through-
self aware cracks.
Solidifying-
into-
a though exterior.
Her Feet
She looked at her feet-
graciously she thanked them-
for these feet-
her feet.
Have kept her steady and strong-
for all she has seen-
for all the heart ache she has felt.
These feet-
her feet-
have guided her through-
the labyrinths of life.
urchin metaphor
Here we go again-
around the Merry-go-round.
Repetitive, repetition.
Doors shut tight.
Curtains drawn shut.
No joyous sounds around.
No freedom out-and-about.
Timed.
Tired hearts-
empty company.
Let’s all hope.
Such is hope?
Untitled
Illusions canvas the mind-
misdirection from every direction-
common beings foe.
Fact and words-
trigger the triggered.
Hopefully hopeless.
Tragically tragic.
#6 Stream of Consciousness
If we heard the world like we hear music, would we be so self absorbed? The sound of fear? ears would bleed. Screams echoing….echoing in ours speakers. Brainwashing. Repetition, constantly recycled, forever scrolling, moments blurry, missed memories forever haunting. Kindness? Barely. Self-entitled prima donnas. Hands over eyes, phones half way down our throats, choking, suffocating on these likes and hearts and everything in-between. We have been designed for this, slowly, slowly moulded to fit inside a square, always rated, always judged, right from when we were just bubs. If you don’t match? You’re outmatched. predisposition to failure. Human instinct out the window, failure will seep in.
#5 Stream of conciousness
Chances are all questions won’t have answers. The finite knowledge us human have as a collective is extraordinary minimal. To that of the universes. Yes! I said universes. Surely and most certainly there is more than one. I lean towards the side of infinite.
