Archive for positive self-talk

24/30 Arose

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Que Interesante with tags , , , , , , , , , on 05/02/2015 by spikedaeley

When courage summoning feels like bled dry
and even evening’s cool kiss stings parasitic

when the static ominous of countdown
heartbeats lingers behind closed eyes

when hope is a dead language spoken
only by library ghosts and scratched vinyl

I multiply the space between broken teeth
by my empty, dive into my own natural disasters

and tape my glasses back together. No matter
how many times they swallow me whole I will

still know my own reflection in darkness. Still
smile through the gaps. Arose by any other name

is still ascended. Already lifted myself out of THEIR
nightmare. It’s ME they should be worried about.

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11/30 Magnificent Flaws (Really like this one. Not sure about the ending though)

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 04/12/2015 by spikedaeley

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Starlight naked, ready to hang glide my spirit
over canyons of panther’s teeth howling freefall.
Refusing to be swallowed in the unmarked grave
of a corporate smile, it’s time to bet life
on risk versus uncertainty.

Time to dive face first into my sixth sense anatomy.
To manuscript an alive language of “Succeed”
build rapture from mistakes, delight in awkward
and always save room for ice cream.

If “heal” is a wounded word and “present” means
deepbreathingsayyes I want to releasebreathe
until my heart expands into an ocean of here/now
kick myself off pedestals and sever earthly ties.

Grow upside down roots from my fingers into multi-verse possibles
Make dark matter love and fill the deep space with play in slow motion
I can do all of these things plus cartwheels with the right secret handshake

I’ve lost my keys on purpose
And am climbing in windows

Foregoing views from the afterglow with snifters of wince.
No longer wandering lost in a Mockery’s discarded library
So over withering to a vaporous scream.
Baptized in the sins of the father,
I’ve escaped scathed and scathed again.

My full moon armor is sometimes more chink
than impervious yet thusly cloaked
I’m the most confident stockholder
in my range of poor investments.

I am the consummate
Not Exactly What You’d Expected
The Breaker of Down in Inopportune Times
The accomplished Sleeper of Late
Expert Awkward Smile Deliverer
Midnight Eater of the Calorie Laden Smackerel

The Emperor of Accidental Offenses
The Unintentional Intimacy Killer
Armed with these magnificent flaws
I can only laugh

and laugh

BREATHEDEEP

and laugh.

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It depends on how you look at it… (5/30)

Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry with tags , , , on 04/06/2013 by spikedaeley

Another day another stepping stone.  The mantra of rock gardens is,
“What you see changes with your vantage point.” Lose faith in a fixed
perspective. It all depends on how you look at it.

Spin gold.  Forego the ill-effects of foregone conclusions
and catalog the true origin of moonlight.  Check the handprints
on the idiotbox, near the rotted savorings of last words, and you can
see where I’ve been and why there’s no turning back.

Only about-face and fair play.  Shots of self-sabotage need not apply,
nor this brooding sense of victimized.  I see enough inspiration in
13 views of blackbirds to find a polestar in even the smallest freedom.
Can boldly tread water above the leviathans surfacing from my brain
coral. Can snake charm the ouroboros for a piece of this sweet infinity
I keep hearing so much about.  Fingers crossed.

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