Scribbled Thoughts

22:63

Memories twist good intentions,

recalling events that shift in tone.

Innocent comments become malevolent,

happy moments stained with doubt.

Perhaps some minds can

feel the opposite

and view harsh words

as gentle, kind guidance.

22:62

Aggression is never passive.

Subtle threats still pierce and stab,

causing the hint and harm intended.

22:61

The leaf falls on the silent road.

No witnesses

as it’s thrown from

everything its ever known.

It drifts on gentle wind

to a hard, unrelenting floor.

A solid ground to rest on,

but never can it

float away.

22:60

Swimming and painting

synchronised in my mind,

both with stroking motions,

forming a path,

a purpose.

Follow the distance

or fill in the colour,

either way

your thoughts calm

with arm strokes.

22:59

Dead pieces of myself

wrap around the living parts,

tugging, growing tighter,

restricting movement

and ambitions

with the reminder

of what’s to come.

22:58

Ripples from the other

side of life

waver into your path,

causing tremors of fear,

echoes of hope,

moments of certainty.

22:57

Separation is natural

components drift away.

Change and disperse,

the heavier sinking

while the light is left

weightless, groundless.

Shake the world into

chaos, confusion,

and watch the particles

reunite, no longer sure

who they are.

22:56

Trundle, trundle to a crawl

creeping slowly to the stop,

dawdle on and prevent the cease,

too conscious of the end

when motion fades.

22:55

Ripples I create

dancing ahead of me,

marking my path

to glide through

or flounder in.