Chronic pain screams a story with one note.

It’s easy to forget about the friend who can’t come out anymore. Trust me, they would want to be there if they could, so don’t forget them and continue to check in on them. You won’t need to have the answers, just reach out and care.

There is hope in the uncertainty

When it comes Ruminations provide no solace No shelter with mental preparation It will come I will be here Abyss will stare back Mirror? Black hole? An answer time will reveal Concealed for another day

#chronicillness #chronicdisease #cvid

Waking to my bellwether thoughts Attempting to reset them with snooze Persistent contemplations Convicting me before the floor and feet But I laugh it off Predictions are a guess Time to live and really find out #bellwether #vss365

"Respect Privacy & #Boundaries: You don’t need anyone’s permission to write your #story except your own but ask yourself if it’s your story to tell." (Unleashing the #Healing Power of #Empathy Through Storytelling): buff.ly/mojPgZG by @BadRedheadMedia.bsky.social #memoir

Give light to others It’s dark enough here I’m blind to myself Illumination squandered Give light to others Maybe they’ll see you #vss #poetry

You are the order to the chaos. #cvid #chronicillness #chronicdisease #chronicpain

Reinvigorating myself with every word A meditation Or is it a missing person’s search Regardless Searching every drawer for an idea Helps craft the narrative I too commonly forget to water #reinvigorate #vss365

“There are all kinds of artists in the world. If people can combine the talent that they have inside of them with the hard work that it takes to develop it, they can become a true artist of some kind.” —Fred Rogers

I know it’s all very unpolished But that’s the accurate part I know I don’t know you But this is the handshake Solidarity exists here Between two minds having never met Maybe you’ll see yourself here A part you rarely speak to This is mental garage sale Hope you find what you need

This isn’t a poem It’s a compass To where? I’m working on it

“Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.”- Unknown

Know your why with chronic illness

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming 'Wow! What a Ride!'" ~ Hunter S. Thompson

Let it unfold It goes on Pages are turned As time ticks on Let it Watch it And then write a damn good poem Or not This isn’t one of the good ones It’s one reminding me They don’t all need to shine To be worthy of the time to write it

Miles Davis—

With the whirlpool inevitable No effort mattered Existential event horizon I was taught amor fati Two middle fingers Perhaps will suffice #perhaps #vss365

CW: suicide . "There's still a #taboo around talking about #suicide. This can make it even harder for people experiencing these #feelings to open up & feel understood. But it's ok to be direct..U can ask things like 'are you having #suicidal #thoughts?'": buff.ly/nkT6GMB via @mind.org.uk

“People don’t read any more. It’s a sad state of affairs. Reading’s the only thing that allows you to use your imagination. When you watch films it’s someone else’s vision, isn’t it?” Lemmy Kilmister.

“Guilt is the uncomfortable certainty that we are not what we could have been.”― Michael Sugrue

Everyone will hurt you Be sure they’re worth the pain You can also be the sorrow Don’t wear the mask Make it worth it (Inspired by Bob Marley quote)

I write, because the silence in my head feels like a storm is coming.

Solo creators are the best. Our signal to the world may be small, but it’s a flickering of authenticity under no one’s control. Flicker on my friends and keep creating. Solidarity in creation of authenticity.

Treadmill of catastrophe Some call time Observed in slow motion With every word spoken Not a wisp of smoke But everything is on fire #catastrophe #vss365

Stopped looking for the rhyme It could be fun at times But at the same time restrictive Just decided to share Tho some words hit like a kick drum Leading me searching for the snare

It’s nice here A greenhouse for thoughts Neighbors are pleasant They too farm for a similar harvest May never see the blossoms So take as you please

Told not to go quietly into the night But why scream into the darkness I’ll measure my steps and breath Not sure what is to come next Doubt yelling will be of service

Sat, talked Slowed it down Guessed at urges Games with symbols Esoteric ramblings At the end of the day Healing wasn’t from abstractions Just a room with two chairs

Assuming your thoughts Created haunts and yesterdays Circling the sleeping brain Giving me no sleep Telling me how to start the day I hear you my friend As you slide between my ribs I’ll wear you till the next circling begins

If it was reasonable There’d be reasons Instead, a treasonous self Porous esteem Forgotten unlived dreams Trees topple in storms To burn bright in cold winters

When it’s over Don’t shake your head Don’t sigh Sit with the lucidity Not a single person or poem Doesn’t have an end

Don’t tap on the glass, I have synonyms.

You’ll know my tragedy Speak your opinions Judge as you wish You’ll know the text You’ll know it as truth Surface won’t enlighten Judge me on the wind and waves But only I know the currents Forgive my dismissal of your opinion #poetry

Extrusion of thoughts Seep out quietly From a temporary keyboard I’ll close the app in a second The two thumbs still talking Hired PR firm for the soul #extrusion #vss365

I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it - Charles Bukowski

What’s your favorite word? Mine is probably “bone” as I like to incorporate into different ideas or projects.

Poetry can be shorter than a prompt, which is why I trust poets.

Forgot to keep stock of the wins Wasn’t allergic to them Just thought there would be more #stock #vss365

“Since fat Crayons, I write and display chaos” — Rakim

Weird wobbling words with no home or company. Bread crumbs for the wonder wanders to find me. Solitary solidarity for the digital walk of the mind.

Poetry is not the perception of answers, it’s the perception of me and my lens of the world. #poetry