Pixie

depressed fairy girl Umm…follow your dreams?

[manyhugsandkisses]

[tearinmyside]

day 19...

afterword

to always gather more than your arms can bear—a linger that leaves the race of pulse, something new in the parched scenery. countdown to letdown, lips to crack, to punch down in the neglect. plummet into the orbit of broken mirrors and buckets overflowed with disgust. your neck strain for a horizon, tired words are your undoing. days stretch in feline fashion, free and empty. to stay haunted, to burn in the company of matches, always an arsonist.

-kab

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (hungry)

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[instruth]

PHANTOM EXPECTATIONS

I learn that expectations are phantoms . they are not real . they exist only in the mind . They are a hindrance to my progress . my growth . And I become stagnated . get nothing done . accomplished none . only wishful thinking . just sitting and waiting impatiently . anxiously . restlessly . idling . anticipating . longing . pining . paining . frustrated . for what purpose? . to what ends? . So I drop the phantoms . I decide to face reality instead . reality of the immediate situation . no longer a pawn of the future . by the future . in the future . and no longer living in the past . too many unfulfilled longings . disappointments after disappointments . regrets after regrets . so many missed chances . no longer a plaything of the dark forces . I learn to live now in true time . the present . where I am free . I am alive again. I move on ... ... ...

expectations kill

the plans of the creator

completed being

for the purpose intended

blueprint irreversible

©Johnny J P Lee

20 November 2024

Haibun: Prose + Tanka 5-7-5-7-7

Photo: Kaushal Kishore

[instruth]

A Sense Beyond

A sense beyond

the six you know

observe the wind

listen to its colors

lick the sounds

Engage the music

feel the melody

sniff the rhymes

Oh! Touch thy soul

Compose the sense

©Johnny J P Lee

04 November 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (10)

Photos: Unsplash Images

[instruth]

Oh! If I Could, If only I Could

If I could, oh if only I could

I would, and you know I would

Go back, retrieve ashes and ambers

To imagine, to restore and remember

Not once, never have you ever left me

Tales and happenings, events or movies

That stir my emotion of suffering, mercy

Yesterdays and today, untold stories

Lessons that you put in my memories

The lasting imprint of your will for me

I will tell and share the calm and storms

What it really means to persevere from

The ups and downs, rescue and delivery

a boat in the wild and treacherous sea

You were there to help and set me free

The story of a man imprisoned for so long

he just can no longer sleep on a soft bed

Now he sleeps more soundly on the floor

Before he left, he swept his cell to clean

leaving behind the dust in a heap neatly

Now, a soldier of mercy, fight as a warrior

With a sword of truth, to sever the terror

In the land of the living, evil to defeat

For justice, mighty hands and feats

This is the course you set for me

©️Johnny JP Lee

29 October 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem 25

Photos Credit, Unsplash Images

[pixi3milk]

Whoever said sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words could never hurt me was a fucking liar

[swarnpert]

we are the daughters of the parents who had sex and got pregnant

[retrogamingblog2]

[daily-spooky]

[daily-spooky]

[heavensickness]

Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

[flagellant]

[ID: A poem written using fridge magnets, reading, (when one word is across multiple magnets, I put a - (dash) in between):

can we stay here a little long-er

linger-ing and kiss-ing like love-r-s

like raw meat I go bad quick

when all by my frantic self

how hard can it be to beg home

to be there with me fast-er!

& I know I know

I am a repulsive animal for how

my growl-ing belly howl-s and heave-s

with hungry voice-s

but I will never not long for you

and so I will always do the leash dirty

for how could I want to be by an-y-thing

but you

you

you

/end]

Image ID done by @tootiredforaname and added to main post with permission--thank you so much!

[zegalba]

2,000 year old Olive tree in Greece

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

aleksandra czudzak

[thertg]

the tears we shed

filled the empty sea

with our salt.

—RTG