Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Tired.

    I’m tired.

    Not “need-a-nap” tired.

    Not “school-was-long” tired.

    I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.

    I don’t sleep much anymore.

    I stay up listening.

    Not for music.

  • Fire

    Wisps of smoke flick through the sky

    a quickly fading whisper of what was

    of what used to be

    but not anymore.

    Faintly glowing embers

    tokens of the past

    they fade away too soon

  • Bob the lilac bush

    There's a lilac bush

    or a tree

    or a bush-tree

    none of us can actually tell

    and its name is Bob

    or Barbara

    or Bobara

    none of us can decide

    and it is a gender-fluid lilac bush/tree/bush-tree

  • First

    I'm not going to lie,

    I don't care -

    I never really did.

    I didn't last year

    And I still don't.

    But.

    It does give me that

    Teeny

    Tiny

    Itty

    Bitty

    Little

    Bit of

  • Sometimes you can't

    Sometimes you just can't.

    The hardest part is accepting it,

    At least for me.

    Accepting that you won't be able to

    Carry every load

    Be every version of yourself

    Always be the best

    Meet every expectation.