Involuntary Verses

(for the world we live in)

[whateverwhimsy]

Patterned

We live in timelessness,

solvent of our abstractions -

tastes emulate foreign tongues

while observation turns to stigmata, I'm

processing backwards,

facilitating and holding space,

grief, as it's been named,

spinning a web in the background -

don't pretend to know the feeling

if all you're doing is guessing.

[vexheart]

[whateverwhimsy]

Divining

Obviously, this can't be real. We can't really be reaching this plane, some horrible shame piled on as if the hours from years ago were just about to settle. Just listen to the thunder. It rumbles underneath without a care for the curse that we keep, just slipped between bedsheets, hidden in corners of our minds, like a trap. Often we've lost the map, and end up reading off of street signs in the songs and the lines, as they bubble up subconsciously. Which piece was really you, and how many parts will you say was me?

[whateverwhimsy]

Oneiric

Back to the treasure trove of an apparition, haunting me. These flashes of scenes built on hidden-away memories, tilted for a slanted engagement with the powers that beat in my chest - I thought I'd lost you while living a new life, these 19 years have dulled the knife but the scars seem to remain intact. I'm not letting it split me in half, but sleepy visions of a time well spent and a life I can't connect with anymore - sailing away to your shores in dreams, only leaves me hanging.

[whateverwhimsy]

From The Heart

Such soft subtle musings fraught with intruding thoughts, but we still get lost in tiny narratives -- comparatively simple, these complications we're sharing and elation in the baring of our burdened souls, makes wading alone a tiny bit better.

You can wear my words like a sweater.

[whateverwhimsy]

When Poison Leaves

Stand down,

the anxiety lessens

in the newfound calm

of observance.

This unflattening of self,

re-emerging tenets

of the person I've tried to bury -

flushing out the goodness for so long

that the length became infinite,

devoiding my bearing of

the trust in my truth I once held so steady.

This is my under-skin,

new from the shedding, gleaming,

a testament to my terror,

and the trauma I've overcome -

I won't be perfect

but I'm well on my way to perfecting

a notion of trying again.

[whateverwhimsy]

One Hundred Years

In a hundred years we’ve realized our deepest fears, and convenience isn’t convenient when we’ve misplaced the conduit. Tied up in meetings. Sewed to our sweet dream bedsheets, communication happens while we… eat, dream, sleep, play, laugh, wait… why are we always escaping?

[whateverwhimsy]

I wear the same skin, rippling under the surface. I can tell because, in dreams, I still see unmoored faces the liminal spaces of youth, fastened to primordial feelings and it gets me thinking of time as fractals, still making history in the background still lingering beneath the outward appearance of "this new me" I'm being. In perpetuity.

[whateverwhimsy]

I wear the same skin, rippling under the surface. I can tell because, in dreams, I still see unmoored faces the liminal spaces of youth, fastened to primordial feelings and it gets me thinking of time as fractals, still making history in the background still lingering beneath the outward appearance of "this new me" I'm being. In perpetuity.

[quotespile]

“And often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.”

— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

[gothredy]

[remanence-of-love]

[shisasan]

From February 17 to 18, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[whateverwhimsy]

Glimpses

I explode,

a trillion pieces thrown

further into the ether,

an abyss I've known forever,

trusting some universal magic

to force me into a new shape.

I wait,

formulations of intent

I've bent into new crevices,

adorning myself with glittering newness,

the deaths rolling off my shoulders,

and I pick apart the scabs -

wishes are just debts

we pay to actions taken

forward.

[whateverwhimsy]

of Possibilities

Past and present collide, and I'm left sorting through and sort of wondering about what kind of truth might be found on this ground I remember, and also forgot so well.

Lines and paths cross as they always have, as they've truthfully never stopped, but we could have gotten too caught up in future tense to bring to mind the brilliance that only sometimes we caught.

Only sometimes we stop to recollect, and revise our plans to suit our new skins.

Sometimes we win.

[whateverwhimsy]

Repellent

Meter out the discovery, pain is only in illiterate memory and the pieces haven't been fitting as they should. All this protest, and protect your neck because we're sick and we're sinking, delinquent thinking takes over -- -- Responsible? Are we reprehensible in this act? Last chance, last ditch reaction point is reached. Flowers we plant, takes a plant too long to grow and weren't we supposed to know just what it was that we were doing? Improving? or just screwing with the elements?

[whateverwhimsy]

Sinners

Match me, crime-for-crime swing in the direction time won't allow, so the earth can sweep us under, we can reign with the delirious we can sing with the glorious clouds about the things we're allowed to do, motions sickening in every direction with a stance of clarity - we did this together, we did it all with volumes of sincerity outspoken. Wash me in some blood, if we're lucky enough we'll find another dimension to dangle from, immersed in the dalliance of the abject normality, some soft magic in the dust of reality.