Break It Take That Mold You Poured Me From, That Box You Put Me In Will No Longer Hold Me. This Life

“It makes me sad waking up alone when there’s someone willing to wake up with me.”

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Red satin draped over porcelain skin

She is smoking his cigarettes

Just to taste his lips

Baking his favorite cherry pie

Spraying on his cologne

Waiting so patiently

For him to come home

...

(he never came home)

༄ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

don’t underestimate the strength I derive from being close to you

letters to milena

I talk to the universe all the time.

- Ted Lange

When Bram Stroker penned, ' despair has its own calms' I realised the beauty behind hopelessness and helped me make peace with the flow of life.

“I do not wish to convert people from one organized religion to another; I have no interest in any of these organized religions. My interest is in Dhamma - the truth, the teachings of all Enlightened Ones. If at all there is any conversion, it should be from misery to happiness, from defilement to purity, from bondage to liberation, from ignorance to Enlightenment.”

— S. N. Goenka

Prompt: Humans can actually breathe fire but no one knows as the art was lost long ago and is only known by dragons, who also don't know humans can breathe fire.

You meet a dragon on a hiking trip and they see your breath turn to smoke in the cold air, they propose to teach you how to breathe fire.

letters to milena // franz kafka

“A Simple Thesis Poem”

Why did the chicken cross the road?

The age old question

To make a better life for zirself?

Did zir walk or perhaps run away from the flames that were on the other side?

We never talk about what zir found on the other side, thoroughly

Did this chicken find a message in a bottle telling them it will all be okay?

Or a worn down album from Sting and The Police?

Zir may stop to pick up the classic vinyl if zir found it laying on the busted sidewalk to listen to the poetry in their lyrics

The chicken makes it across the road

To pick up the record

To realize there is no record player to properly enjoy their poetry

Finding an old Gatorade bottle

The flavor Fierce Grape

Maybe purchased at Trader Joes

The Mecca of grocery stores

Thoughts of childhood soccer games

Slightly dramatic

And traumatic running through their brain waves

Zirs thirst no longer quenched

Remembering to be kind to the earth that continues to hold zirself up day and night

Throwing it away in the waste basket adjacent to where they found that fiercely delicious poetry created by the Police

That does not sting

Zir notices a couple holding hands

Within one block their hand lock changes several times

Are they trying to find comfort in how they show affection?

Can they not comfortably hold hands because their love has become less delicious?

Did their love get too close to the sun like Icarus’s wings?

Will their love melt back into each other or into other’s hearts?

We will never know the answers to all these questions

We will never know why the chicken truly crossed the road

What we do know is this

Zir chicken struts across the road to pen poetry for zirself

Zir chooses to share their poetry with everyone else

In time

On zir terms

Not to impress

Or be cohesive

Simply to get through another day

Deciphering messages found in other’s poetry and empty Gatorade bottles…(Panku)

© Elizabeth Sophia Strauss

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