Scribbled Thoughts

Greet the grass

by ripping it apart

and throwing the remains

like confetti

to proudly display

your triumph

of conquering the outside.

Shake off the fog of misery

and appreciate

all you have,

snuggle closer to your comfort

and pray it never leaves.

Heavy days happen

but live through

and breathe again.

Categorise your symptoms

to be told you’re stressed,

problem solved,

juts learn to relax

and all your problems will be gone…

Why aren’t you relaxed yet?

What’s wrong with you?

Stop being so dramatic,

it’s only stress,

get over it.

Stride out with purpose

but forget a vital piece,

now you linger,

refusing to admit defeat

but unable to complete your task

until you return

to the start.

Warmth slows thoughts,

able to repeat actions

but imagination deserting,

causing the day to drag on

and the empty feeling

to expand beyond

a simple remedy

of extra energy.

Seek out a cure of

a cool rush

and revive what threatens

to flee into dormancy.

Quick whit

to counter monotone,

draw out caring

and begin something special.

Something you’ll

never forget.

Drain my resolve

with heat and snot.

It’s gone.

Film my mistakes

I never usually make,

pressure revealing them,

attention causing clumsy fingers

and self-doubt.

Count the seconds

and breathe out

when the button is pressed,

when you can be

yourself again.

Peace in movement,

constant need

overlapping any doubt.

There’s no time to think,

no time to question,

just the certainty

of the next task

waiting for attention

until the clock

sets you free.