How does perception conceptualize existense?
Tag Archives: Poetry
Behavioral
Having worked with children and adults who experience behavioral health concerns sometimes in the process of work I summarize that understanding of systems, and mental health professionalism, skills, and knowledge into poetry.
Move E
Watching and being folded under the weight of each set of scenes, Time consuming everything from the color of colorful laughs to lucid tears. Covering my eyes, off to the restroom ignore the fears, Relate the drama to come up with every come up that’s ever here. Look around for light in the darkness orContinue reading “Move E”
Gurd
Too cracked up for high jokes and too serious for side notes. Open to what I tote and yet still so quick to croak. A deal ain’t nothing real until it’s real as what you feel, If the tonic is what I wanted my spirit be truly stunted. Since the gurd is just a wordContinue reading “Gurd”
A Poet Everyday
Everyday talking, interaction, responding. Everyday thinking, internalizing, and writing. Everyday wondering if prose would hold much more weight if I sang. Everyday poets to a poem be a poet all the same. Tuesday, 10/25/2022, 8:16 pm
Manga Appreciation
Reading for days while waiting for updates, reacting to reactions because of excitement. Supporting a community of communities of fans, likely those wishing to be surprised by another dimension. A pastime of intention and appreciation from manga, light novel, and anime creations. 10/24/2022, 10:05 am, Monday
Hallow’s Season
Hallow worked over an empty flame burning bright by willpower, The Cauldron shrieked who’s to say out of fear or for joy, And the Pot and the Kettle cackled over a blacked meal. 10/24/20222, 10:02 am, Monday
Born in Conversation
“Phew” I was born in the conversation with the sound the makes up who I am, “Phew” A name they should know from those like me born in conversations from the past. 05/18/2022, 3:34 PM, Wednesday
Are you?
Are you sure we didn’t see the same stars or sleep underneath the same sky? Kind to the extent of making each other home wanting more but not knowing why. In each season of absence living out whatever role we’ve been found in, Now noticing the curves and angles from your presence in places thatContinue reading “Are you?”
Container Graveyard
I feel for the inanimate that may or may not actually feel and wonder how they would explain their views on their existence.