Dizzy
Brain thick with moments I
Would take back in a heartbeat
My heart is officially
Off beat
I beat my thoughts into bloody words
And write them on pieces of paper that
No body will ever see
It started with a spiral. A downward motion that had no end. It didn’t matter the destination the outcome would be the same. Disaster. The nerves were beginning to be too much to take. A shaking that was uncontrollable.
Nikki
Sparal it’s like a stair case that goes ronad and ronad it keeps going instill the te end
Hajj turkey
Man, I spun, spun, spun out of control.
Right around the sink
and
straight down the hole.
We’ve been here before, haven’t we? This place, this smell, that time. I remember that dial up on the barn door and the splinter that stuck in my finger for days after. The clouds that day were surreal. Sea gulls spiralled out of control in the air as we frolicked in the hay.
down and gone the water runs through the drain taking the muck and grime with it falling to a depth I cannot see from the top.
Melody
when i was in elementary school all they asked in the school suplies was spiral notebooks and i would go to target and buy some!
damara
I am vowing to be on an upward spiral from now until the end. No more downward spirals for me. Life is way too short and there is a precious love out there for me. I just need to keep my eyes and heart open.
My life is going maybe in a spiral. Down and down until I reach the end of a spiral with no end. But what is the easiest way up a spiral? Through the middle. And so I’ll pass through the middle and someday be better and make my parents proud of me.
Josh Javier
When we accidentally touch there is a tingling spiral that radiates up my spine. This isn’t supposed to happen. This is not sanctioned.
How spiral the world is. It is hard to be aware of its curly essence, curving down to the vortex of life. as it spirals down the flesh of the deepest existence, it has come to its direction.
Vince Salmin
There was a spiral notebook sprawled casually across the desk she left behind. I’ve never been one for snooping, but the faint scent of old coffee and the echinacea lotion she used to rub along the lines of her hands drew me so near I could almost see her hovering above the scratchy script scrawled onto the pages.
Dizzy
Brain thick with moments I
Would take back in a heartbeat
My heart is officially
Off beat
I beat my thoughts into bloody words
And write them on pieces of paper that
No body will ever see
It started with a spiral. A downward motion that had no end. It didn’t matter the destination the outcome would be the same. Disaster. The nerves were beginning to be too much to take. A shaking that was uncontrollable.
Sparal it’s like a stair case that goes ronad and ronad it keeps going instill the te end
Man, I spun, spun, spun out of control.
Right around the sink
and
straight down the hole.
We’ve been here before, haven’t we? This place, this smell, that time. I remember that dial up on the barn door and the splinter that stuck in my finger for days after. The clouds that day were surreal. Sea gulls spiralled out of control in the air as we frolicked in the hay.
down and gone the water runs through the drain taking the muck and grime with it falling to a depth I cannot see from the top.
when i was in elementary school all they asked in the school suplies was spiral notebooks and i would go to target and buy some!
I am vowing to be on an upward spiral from now until the end. No more downward spirals for me. Life is way too short and there is a precious love out there for me. I just need to keep my eyes and heart open.
My life is going maybe in a spiral. Down and down until I reach the end of a spiral with no end. But what is the easiest way up a spiral? Through the middle. And so I’ll pass through the middle and someday be better and make my parents proud of me.
When we accidentally touch there is a tingling spiral that radiates up my spine. This isn’t supposed to happen. This is not sanctioned.
How spiral the world is. It is hard to be aware of its curly essence, curving down to the vortex of life. as it spirals down the flesh of the deepest existence, it has come to its direction.
There was a spiral notebook sprawled casually across the desk she left behind. I’ve never been one for snooping, but the faint scent of old coffee and the echinacea lotion she used to rub along the lines of her hands drew me so near I could almost see her hovering above the scratchy script scrawled onto the pages.