for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
Please, Child, don’t be angry wit… And you don’t have to be angry wit… Anger is an emotion, just like the… sadness, excitement, confusion, &… Emotions exist to help guide you t…
I, Ego Me, Genius They work together brilliantly When Ego’s not indulging In emotional addiction
I was reaching for mustard and fel… It was viscerally exciting, want a… Did I finger you? No, you did not finger me. I imagine it’s like a squirrel’s s…
Why can’t we be human together? Because unchecked assumptions Because prejudice Because colonialism Because white supremacy
The older I get the more articula… What is the wind saying? Hey dude, I hate everything you d… Hating you won’t make you suck any… Hating you won’t make me suck any…
The ego experiences less pain when the realization that nothing… I tend to behave as an introvert m… wrapped up in the contents of my m… It’s a jungle in there and I love…
The trees... They soak up the carbon dioxide I… as well as the inner turmoil I exp… They release oxygen for me to brea… as well as loving guidance for me…
Having my physical needs & wants c… Satisfying my modern human, even s… Give me my weed, coffee, music, an… I give you precious gems in the fo… There is no pride in this realizat…
Force, tremendous force and pressu… creating feelings of helplessness… And fear, paralyzing fear, trappin… I’ve become my own worst enemy, ag… Waves of heat flush my head as I…
Whoa! Is this happening? Awareness of fear to the point of… Realizing limitations and their im… The mind can be a concrete wall
Little girl, you’re as pretty as a… Standing there all sheep and shy,… You’re a field of flowers of vario… here to inspire beauty and bring p… Let those bees stop by and pollina…
Creeping Creeping CREEPING through our minds! Dense fog
We are not what was done to us Or what we have done Or continue to do to ourselves. Because of the pain. Our pain does not define us,
The winter months are coming the cold welcomes in darkness the days get shorter and light starts to fade. This is a familiar place
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division