Gonna keep it short since it’s late.
Yoga was good today, made me a little shaky and my back is fairly sore from it, but i’m pretty positive its gonna help in the long run. I ate pretty terrible today. Decent breakfast, but then in the process of making a cake for a friends birthday i didn’t eat lunch and only had the odd ends of cake stuff which made me feel gross.
I’m also having a lot of anxiety over my senior cello recital I have Friday, I feel extraordinarily unprepared and haven’t practiced enough and I keep breaking down about it. But I am going hiking with my best friend tomorrow so maybe some fresh mountain air will relax me a bit (though the time spent might add to it).
TBD i guess.
Instead of waking up and filling your mind with negativity from the world. I.E. (I never knew what I.E. meant in school, I goggled it while writing this, it means in other words) The News, Facebook drama, Twitter wars, and Instagram bashing. If you start your day out with the evils of the world, how can you be prepared to fight it? You start off with so much negativity on your plate from the start that it’s very difficult for you to have a good day.
Try something different.
Go for a walk and just think about what you want to do that day. Send a friend a kind good morning text, Read, eat a great break fast, write for a little bit, draw, paint, make beats, do what ever it is that you like to do for 20-30 minutes after you wake up in the morning.
From now on start your day off with a good note and let it end on a great one.
Roving the woeful boatland
platypus at dusk.
Each other is made
I’m going to start making daily posts on this blog in regards to my physical and mental health in addition to posting more poetry. I might also post some photography and recipes and whatnot. Basically this blog is gonna be more active! (´ー｀)
Here’s a general update:
I’m gonna start doing strength/flexibility yoga 5 days a week as well as eating more fruits and vegetables and less carbs (I’ve been doing a vegan diet for about a year now but I can eat a lot healthier then i am currently). I will also post what I’m feeling in an effort to be able to be more open about that, since I tend to keep things in (going to use posting as a stepping stone to actually talking about my feelings and stuff). I’m going to a therapist starting the 8th of July so I’ll talk about that more later on~ and that’s basically it! I’ll try posting a poem a week (no promises & some may be old) and other original stuff will pop up from time to time. Don’t be shy to hit me up with an ask, I’m pretty friendly.
Step one: Be a woman.
Step two: Wear short skirts while
walking to church because
it’s 98 degrees and
the sweat is beading on the back
of your neck and the inside
of your thighs.
Step three: Appreciate the mating-
call of the ravenous lions,
bellowing at your bare
skin because they wish they were hunters;
and see you as a skittish antelope
or at least a wounded zebra
startled by the vultures cry
from the passenger’s side of a
2010 Toyota Tundra.
Oh it’s a flickering flame,
flipping fishtails in flight,
immersed in frozen waters,
fixed points in time
as old men with long whiskers.
their mouths open and close
open and close,
like trapdoors and camera shutters,
long tresses hanging off their heads
and their fingers
off their toes.
It’s slick slimy skin,
indented diamonds of flesh,
that reflect skewed moonlight
in bruise colored water.
Mindless drones trapped in concrete circles
under shimmering mirrors they swim.
Death swooped you up
and carried you through
like a blushing bride in the arms of her lover.
I look up and see your face framed in stars
you are still here
and not the ashen skin
and empty pulse
I had once felt under my fingertips.
I feel closest to you
chest deep in the ocean
with covered ears
weightless and numb with stars burned behind my eyelids.
Loaded desire of
our fingers intertwined
and birds humming honeysuckle tunes
with our shadow burned into the ground
I close my eyes and smell gunpowder.