This is a poem based off of this project on HitRecord: https://hitrecord.org/projects/4065979
The air is clear here.
It rustles through the trees
and lifts the puffy clouds
that spend their time
circling the sky-
no city smog
no angry horns or shouts-
just the endless horizon
and a long awaited dream.
How do you describe it?
I asked this of myself,
regarding a feeling I have no words for
The closest I can think of is absence
nothing sticks
Not in my hands, through my eyes,
or on my mind
everything falls free
A sieve
that lets everything slip out
but sadness
Sometimes
your head and your heart are full
with memories and faces, words and hopes and dreams
but when you sit down to write
or call a friend to talk
your mouth and your fingers
are empty
Hello!
I don’t know if any of you are fans of Dungeons & Dragons, but I play every two weeks with a wonderful group of friends. As a writer, creating content for DnD has become a fun side project, and I’m starting to share it online. I have created a race of humanoid flamingos known as the Teridae.
(This image was taken from the British Library’s copyright free Flickr collection.)
They are an elegant, magical race of bird people with two subraces, the Blood Feathered Teridae and the Cream Beaked Teridae. If you’re interested in downloading it, click here! Soon I’ll try to upload my Dusky Leaf Monkey race, and then later the Armadillo race I’m working on.
Ta ta, for now.
Classical music wafts in the background,
a low, tinkling sound that melds with the rattle of the radiators.
The dishes are piled up, needing to be washed,
the laundry hangs from miscellaneous light fixtures as it dries,
and the crumbs from dinner are spread across the couch.
But I will sit,
and try to enjoy this cup of coffee.
Perhaps I will figure out
how to tread water in this melancholy
because otherwise
I will drown in it.
Please enjoy my French press and our amazing jack-o-lantern mugs. 🎃🎃🎃
What is that feeling
the one that sits in the middle of your chest
and threatens to encompass your entire being
while dribbling down into your gut
like sewage infecting pure water
the one that ends up pooling in your feet
making them too heavy
to pick up off the floor
the feeling that swirls up like cigarette smoke
making your throat dry and ragged
and filling up your head with a fog
that tastes like ash
What is that feeling?
