depression
Day 1407, lucky.
Poetry
After
a long fall
I landed
softly
on the ones
that fell
before
me
Day 1389, keyhole.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The light
shines
on the door
but doesn’t reach
all the corners
~
I look
for the keyhole
in the darkest
Day 1388, I open.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It feels
like a room
where it is
dark
~
I scuff slowly
touching
hoping to feel
something
~
a shade opens
its light
outside
and the floor
I see
inside
seems
to be
~
all
tied up
Day 1385, storms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roof I live under
is thin
when it storms
I feel it
~
by chance
the structure
that supports
is strong
and holds
Day 1383, texture.
Poetry
There is texture
darkness
bright light
hidden in the shadows
Day 1377, draining.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I sometimes
feel drained
~
hanging
face down
in the air
~
hands
through the slits
where I feel
the freedom
as they move
Day 1355, moving forwards.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The clouds
are grey
and the hills
nearest
agree
~
soon
the sun will set
and only
the light
planted in the past
will guide
me
through the ever
greyer
Day 1346, sad rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
What
did people do
when
they where sad
before
there was glass
with
rain seeping down on it
Day 1328, from the depth.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Lifting up
yourself
is not
possible
Day 1324, forest.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turned
and a dark forest
arose
from where I was
before
~
lost
~
though
soon
the familiar
sound
that brings
you down
brings you back
to the light
like a stream
to the sea
Day 1315, three brothers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Three brothers
walked to the edge
of a dark forest
~
one was looking back
into the light
~
one was looking back
into the darkness
~
and the other
welcomed them back
Day 1214, bleached.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Washed ashore
bleached
by the sun
a
manic
depressive mind
to
closely
connected
by its roots
with the soil
the noise
of life
Nochrisis
Day 1192, lock.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When it is gray
dark gray
the lock
innards
are exposed
understood.
But still
the exit
door
is hard
to open
Nochrisis
Day 1188, constant order.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Mechanical waves
hit
in a constant
order
like nature
interfered
by my
thoughts
Nochrisis
Day 1183, draft.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The sun shines
cold water
shallow
between your toes
in the sand
~
the sea withdraws
you in
where the ground
slowly
disappears
~
you float
alone
whiteout
time
~
and see
mountains rise
from the dark
expanse
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 