I
make (every effort to convince)
words (that they would be happier if they let themselves)
dance
I'm looking for writers, poets, artists, and creative sorts
I stare off into space a lot, but I promise I'm listening on some level
I write poems
Sometimes I write stories
Most of the time I write nonsense
I'm generally considered agreeable
I think that's it
Friends now?
a path I can follow that hasn't been trodden
the road less traveled by
but without the irony
so I can find myself deep in the woods
forest bathing until my soul is clean
and I can return
scrubbed and shiny
foreign to everyone I left
a new creature to discover
#whistpr
that wishes I could take to my memories
cut through them with a #scythe
then separate the wheat from the chaff
so I wake every morning with a smile
a good feeling to permeate the day
but then I will have learned nothing
and my smile will be that of an idiot
#whistpr
what a wonderous landscape it has found itself in
gone are twigs and stones
replaced with plaster and carpet
and though this new environment is as cluttered
as the leaf pile it regularly calls home
it does not smell half as lovely
#whistpr
a thought begins to #glow
its light sending scurrying
the creatures of noise
its path becoming more defined by the second
its power growing until it is blinding
the creatures flee, screaming
the thought becomes solid
takes its place
and the creatures slowly return
#whistpr
sweaty thighs sticking to sticky seats
mosquitoes feasting on your ancestry
the music launches itself at relevance
misses by a mile but everyone claps
orange scent mixed with stale beer
reminds of nights before you came
it will be fun, they said
we'll be #together
#vss365 #prompt