scribble mouse

[scribblemousewatch-blog]

do not resuscitate

there's a life out there

i'm merging and meeting

i thought it was in the shadows

evasive, hiding away

but no,

i've been in the shadows of myself

all the while my outer self,

the one plugged into-

the blinking light,

the ringing tones,

the hum of drone-

has been driving me away

now it's deteriorating

falling off

my path is changing

the questions aren't calling

it's the answers that are

[scribblemousewatch-blog]

Internal dialogue is my friend

I come home

from a day of efforts made

in consideration for another

A shadow self, a being recessed

guarded, mean, empty

and that other

doesn't have much for interaction

except with a monitor

glowing all night.

I go out in the morning 

amidst a ghost light

and arrive to the same.

While I'm strapped

in isolation,

I start to speak

met with mockery 

various forms of control.

I'm aware

 of an imposture

speaking in tongues

[meditategravitate]

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via meditategravitate)

[scribblemousewatch-blog]

Coyote visits the chicken pen

A thin line separates

feeding

from starvation.

A division, simple as chicken wire

between domestication

and

roaming wild

[scribblemousewatch-blog]

pen to paper, hand to mouth

writing

a quiet musical instrument

horse stampede across fields

oasis in dry desolation

timekeeper

time passer

gut wrenching

tear jerking

hushed resolve

whisper

shout

scream in horror

laugh in excitement

sigh of relief,

or exasperation

safe from harm