Spooky & So

I stress & I stress I just seems like this school year is total opposite of last. I always come back to a state of surrender, or " I give up. " I know this is contrary to my personality, but I think it's just human to feel inadequate sometimes.  This poem sort of reflects that anxiety & worry (An ode to ???) Liberosis Dunked in water, float on air Drown oneself down, into a whirlpool Take one's advice, another's Find time to be, live, love, something else Do it again, season after season Try hard, fall, do it all again Wait for it, see it through Fall out, drown again Come up for air, breathe here Fly, free oneself Written October 17th

Seasons of your day The season of autumn. Perhaps my favorite. To be clear, I love summer, but when I'm older & no longer need to attend school or college, I'll be able to bask in autumn's entire beauty. It just seems that public education - the system -  derives from total freedom. Pure autumn is liberosis. Infinite Season    "Let autumn be as it is," a pause. "Oh wicked splendor, enchant me." He said Greg finished raking the lawn, when a new but profound sound came from the shed. Greg wasn't the type to run away scared. When approached, the shed seemed to levitate an inch off the ground. Fixated on its invisible wings, Greg didn't take notice of the shed's opening mouth. The rake dropped on the soil by Greg was sucked  intro the storage unit.   Autumn seemed to lend a helpful hand in all things. The season was crucifying yet saving, & its grand aroma was of infinite compassion. Greg knew that every moment in this sh

I've been silent, I've been diving  I write & post this FIVE days after it should have been posted. If I was to same person I was a year ago, I would have despised myself. Now, I know that I can't beat myself up for letting myself down. Even with tasks I expect myself to do (but don't).  That being said, today's -prewritten- story was not prepared, so keep partially to my word & still give myself a break for the day.