Hannanas

If you're friends with yourself once, you remember that feeling. You made a doorway you can come back to. Or a map to a maze with x marking the spot. Or you learned to make fire with what you can find in the woods. Noone can take it away permanently. They can block the doorway, but eventually they'll have to move. They can steal your map, but you'll remember. They can take your sticks, but you will find new ones. Become the best of friends with yourself.

- some kind of
#poetry or #prose

*prey 👀😅

The predator doesn't know
he's a predator
He gets upset when his pray refuses
to be eaten
And yells into the void
WHY ME??

#poetry

Sometimes
My anxiety and writers block cancel each other out because trying to write makes my mind go blank.

#MicroPoetry

Thank you 🙏

Trauma

I hold your hand always
make you stay safe within me
I lead you down familiar avenues
until the pathways in your brain
are fast lanes
everywhere you turn, I'll be here
steer you, bend you
colour every decision

repeat my birth
repeat, repeat..

Unless you see me.

#poetry

a little crease
a sign of times
now my face is like a book
that anyone can thumb through

#poetry

progress or regression
probably both
my cat chased her tail all day
and was happy about it
that's what I want from tomorrow
to be happy with achieving nothing

#poetry

record stepstones
reaching to the skies
buoyed by
the melody inside

#poetry

tussen schip en wal
en het schip nadert
pannekoek

Breathtakingly beautiful 🤩

Ha, that's ideal. I do deep down, but knowing there's no point or good to it helps 😋

brittle rattle, tick-a-tack
the clock is clacking tangled mess

fire breathing ears asting
a moment flicking, breathing thin

brittle battle flicking tongue
lopsided warmth of inner song

#poetry

energy I waste
on debating my own thoughts
imagining imaginary people say
what I imagine they must think
fantasising my replies
triumphantly or wise
to an imaginary end
then go to bed
only to rise
debating my own thoughts

#poetry

I wish I was alive

hear around me, stretch
find comfort in my body
my head a kind companion
experienced and strong
I am alive
looking for the first thread
to pluk and resonate
in every bone

#poetry

the crunch of words on my tongue
each flavoured meticulously
to conjure up phantastic paintings
travel down another throat
be gobbled up
and swallowed down
what do they taste of?

# poetry

Growing
up and out
extending branch and hand
in endless stretching towards light
yearning for serenity
and knowing
always growing
up and out

minding roots
to hold and ground
lofty branches balanced out

I'm here
I'm found

#poetry

floating ember, lonely night
growing colder with each swing
unto forgotten firelight
plucking ashes brittle string

#poetry

deep breaths
send the brakes screeching
slow down the madly racing world
until you catch up
step on
and fall in step again

#poetry

Augen
in allen Winkeln
aus dem Dunkeln
zwinkern, blinken
das Gefühl zu sinken
Wimpern winken
schließen leise
und verschwinden

#Poesie #Poetry

Connection
bloodred, real and brittle
overwhelming longing
to be known
scrape out the muck and
paint it into winding story
helpless need to hide
but gnawing hunger
to be known

#poetry

You have such a way with words

Thank you 🤗

Words Jungle is a knotted vine, heavy, glistening and round Selfless is a feather, floating gently towards ground Earthen has a rough, umami taste, like pottery before the fire Fickle is a flapping of the fingers never growing tired Destroy is hurtling, split apart by speed and heat while Thirst is stringy brittleness and Chimney dancing in the street #poetry

Words

#poetry

Poet's Note (from Poetry Society of America): "What drove me to write the poem...was the impulse...to make excuse after excuse for people who don’t treat us well because we’ve internalized that we’re just supposed to be grateful for the attention."

😞💔

"Reader, I Married Him"
Margaret Ray
#poetry

Thank you! Yes, it can get overwhelming sometimes.

Thank you and oh no, now I can't either 🤣

like a ship at high sea
ever in the throws of change
uncertain futures
flickering behind the light
of the mind-eye
try them on for size

#poetry

Is life
the enemy of poetry?

in the evening, the grind
has ground you down
and no more thoughts escape
the mind palace
only little worries
trickle out and about
to make a pool of big worries
drowning sparking thoughts
at infancy

#poetry 🤔

Mooi!