Scribbled Thoughts

Leaning trees

creeping closer to the forest,

catching the gossip

of the clustered

carried by the wind.

Tilt and uproot

to hear the end of acceptance.

Denied the swift screen

to record imagination,

take the chance

and form flowing words

to create

almost forgotten dreams

that long to exist.

Refill through chaos,

producing as it disappears

erasing all evidence

you’ve been trying,

pushing,

constantly here

but with nothing to show,

just like every other day.

Return to empty,

the magical replenishment failed

and you face long days

just as drained,

juts as distraught,

just as done.

Run with a voice

and jump to be noticed,

inflicting pain so they don’t forget,

recall you with negative thoughts

but in their minds you linger

and for now

that’s enough.

Constant need

for validation,

for attention,

for want want want.

Can you take a moment

to pause

or will you combust

with empty anxiety?

Send a message

from a ghost.

You chased me for years

to deny my end,

burning words of doubt

to keep me alive.

Here’s my reply:

Let me rest,

let yourself live.

Hate the words you form

but cleanse your hurt

with their release,

hidden on a page

no one reads

but waiting for all time

to be acknowledged

and remembered.

The time between

a new interest

and the lingering addiction

stretches with no purpose,

waiting for inspiration

to grip and

begin anew.

Travel to the edge

for the scent of salt

and the grit of sand,

toss around the leftovers

and watch the joy of innocence

run to the end

and beyond.