Scribbled Thoughts

The heat of pressure

and constant presence

begins to blend

into a bubbling sauna,

cleansing skin

and reviving the mind

once cool air returns.

(Looks like I kept my streak after all, so this is day 376)

Stock up the special

and mass produce

the unique,

ready for the rush

of demand,

because soon it

will be gone again

and that makes

it worth something.

(I completely forgot to post yesterday and lost my 573 day streak. So here’s two poems today.)

End of a streak,

reset to zero

and lose all progress.

Is it worth beginning again?

Am I even needed

anymore,

walking like a shadow

with no voice

and no weight,

invisible to change

and existence.

Fade until they forget,

not even pausing

to acknowledge

the loss.

Build the barrier

and exhaust yourself

keeping it stable,

blocking out any potential

but keeping you safe…

until it drains

away your life,

not even a whisper

remaining.

Refill to redrain,

reserves depleted

before they can settle,

so the constant dry

begins to crack

and crumble

to dust.

Tickle my anticipation

with brushes of temptation

and whispered promises

of rewards.

It will all be worth it

in the end,

you just have to survive

the wait.

Invading voices

to judge your worth,

rate your lifestyle

and criticise your choices.

Undertones of mockery

haunt tired minds

who remain lost

in the corner,

too forgetful

for anyone to remember.

Dance with a murderer

who took it all

but is the only one

who can make you complete,

even if it means

having them

end it all.

Search for a recharge

with the past

for memories you convinced

yourself you outgrew,

but now haunt

and remind you

of fond familiarity

and leave a hole

you long to fill.