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DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Hopefully a poem summary of each day.

Sorry, 'kinda poems' is still my method of communication.
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Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)


Sunday July 2nd 2017
-
Today is an ocean,
Declared freshly formed
By the clocks' relentless rotation,
Yet already I drown.
Dragged under by possibilities.
Some already lost,
Others to be found,
All of them so heavy,
And this ship is going down.
-

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Monday July 3rd 2017
-
Today is still an ocean.
Depression, sirens' song.
I'm holding tightly to the mast,
But I've never been that strong,
My strength is fading fast,
My grip is growing weak,
And always feeling like a freak
Makes me wonder why I struggle,
So much for my ocean,
I'm just drowning in a puddle.

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Going to have to forfeit a few? days poems in leiu of some 'no duh' advice I have accrued again this week :

-Don't start a daily project at the same time you start withdrawal from three highly addictive, restricted medications.

-Ask your shrink what the rate difference is between 'weaning off' and...'withdrawing off', cos I think I went off a bit a fast....

-See a shrink before withdrawing from three of your major meds.
yeah that'd be good advice..

-Withdrawal sucks.

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Mon July 10th 2017

---

Today is an endless field
Of mud and broken stone,
Beneath a grey uncaring sky,
I am alone.

In my hand a jagged flint,
Wet with bloód and dew.
I think I killed my only friend.
I think she killed me too.

 

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Today is a haircut,
A little here and there cut.
Snip away and censor me
Until I keep my mouth shut.

 

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Sat 22nd July 

--

Today is not right,
Cos a theif,  dressed tight, in
Half green, half white,
Comes inside every night
To steal part of my soul
When I swallow him whole,
Wondering what is the goal
Of this?

Re: DAYS - (An Alice Poetry Project)

Today is cracked.


Sometimes,
The crack goes all the way through…
Sometimes,
You could knock the wall down
and the crack would still be there,


Because the crack isn't IN the wall…

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