sober sober sober
I’ve decided to not take a drink to my lips for two months. I can’t remember the last time that happened to be honest. So far it’s been a week and I can honestly say I don’t miss a drop. Maybe I have a problem. Maybe I don’t.
I think what really needs to be addressed is my lack of social communication when I’m not intoxicated. I don’t know how to hold normal conversations. Someone could be talking about how cute their dog is and my response would be how my dog ran away to die behind my house. But that’s okay because we had a blackberry bush that I’m pretty sure he helped fertilize. HOW DO I BE NORMAL IN SOCIETY. HOW.
Dirty insects
Where do the ants go when it rains? Do they have some high tech underground railroad system built? Or do they gather the raindrops? And why haven’t ants evolved like most other creatures? They went from being wasp like insects to wingless mimics. Maybe they’re just so content being ants, too afraid to evolve. Too comfortable in a unified entity. We’re all drones and queens. I want my wings.
(Source: jessckuh)
A bump, a surge
This is level five
White water rafting in the coldest of seasons
i was not trained for this movement
nor for this piercing spray
stay afloat,
stay afloat
the river and i
we breathe the same
swell after swell, crash
a confined channel
stay afloat
stay afloat
submerged, my force
the power of six
searching for the big escape
enter the ocean
dive alone
stay afloat
stay afloat
stay afoat
or sink
Yesterday
I jogged/briskly walked for 5 miles ever since I broke my leg in December. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. I can already feel my ass growing and I’m so excited. I want abs. I also quit smoking cigarettes. I don’t want to live in a bar, ever. I will note become a salmon swimming up stream trying to spawn. I will only speak in complete honesty. Time to look more like a bitch than ever. It’s one of those life altering days today.
Balancing Act
I can’t wait to
discard the fatty sandbags of my
stomach and legs
to the lower part of my ankles
stretching up to my back
rounding the side of hips
that my mother graced me with
the back of my arms
that makes me slouch
then you’ll see my bones
then you’ll see
that in this
I am just like you
I am a vessel for my brain
and I’m just supporting my own weight
(Source: jessckuh)
Balancing Act
I can’t wait to
lose the fatty sandbags of my
stomach and legs
stretching up to my back
to the lower parts of my ankles
then you’ll see my bones
then you’ll see
that in this
I am just like you
I am a vessel for my brain
and I’m just supporting my weight
Belly Aches
I wonder if when these scars itch you’re thinking of me.
Or maybe it’s my skin,
Removing you completely
