Nobody cares!

Nobody cares! Literally.

As a child i wanted to know. As an adult i think i know. And yet the magic of this world still makes me want to know.

Wonderful poem by the late great Anne Stevensen.

love is… a padlock on a bridge, a sunrise, Crazy.

you fill in the blank

Have you noticed,

no one seems to hope for what they have.

Yes, read that again slowly.

No one seems to hope for what they have.

Life goes on no matter what. So what?

As you move off into the night, i cannot follow. I cannot but stand still on the shore as you move off into the sea of the afterlife. We wave and we say goodbye!

The mind is a fragile place. The mind is a resilient place. The mind is a place.

Are you pulled from pillar to post by people’s opinions and never being the right thing? Becky Helmsley’s poem is a beautiful reminder that it is a struggle to fit in. Dont fit in, rebel and take this poem in your heart and breathe. Much love.

A poem.

We lie on the things we love-

The bed’s springs need

Replacing –

A place mat maps

Our living and dying

Why does that always enter-exit my thoughts?

The neuron that gets caught.

Thought.

How did you become the person you are? Was it paths you took or pushed into? Those little decisions you left to the universe. How did you become who you are?

Like the wind –

I want to appear and

blow your cheek cold

after it’s been sun-kissed

and then leave no trace.

They told me my hands were for guns and gavels,

hard things that go bang.