we have our grave differences
crashing around these rooms
we speak as though what we believe were facts
no. they are just opinions
packaged by the meaning manufacturing plant
i would be sincere. acknowledge the power
the thoughts have over us
and love you just the same
#katyamills
there was no need for it there was no room for it there was no love for it. and yet they sought it out and pursued it with all their might. they walked out into the sunlight one day and stared at the shadows. an unevenness of exposure to light could make or break the composition. a keen and critical eye would detect it differently than another eye. a satiated eye. why couldn’t the earth straighten up on its axis? the old urges had long been defeated. they had stopped making themselves up for nobody to see. everything was off from how they envisioned it. nothing would ever be exactly so. and for the first time ever they felt themselves small and insignificant. they relaxed around this knowing. there was a rustle and a hesitant movement into unknown territory. letting things be what they were and liking them. #katyamills
catastrophic thoughts
churn through my head i
grab the nearest
bicycle and burn the wheels
off the spokes
#katyamills
inside our sugar skulls
the thoughts hold the key
we mill them with cider
from apples in the tree
#katyamills
bending the river
we cycle through
minds meandering
gears clicking
hearts pumping
thoughts and chains
sometimes
derailed
#katyamills
i was overthinking again
ideas spillin out my head like a fountain
makin some rainbow mist
a little kid appeared on the sidewalk
started collecting the residue
grasping it weighing it
galloping away on it like some strange
new toy
#katyamills
on the first of august
he contemplated murder and suicide
she was with another man now
he picked up the brushes
instead of the rifle. drew some clingy
vines over a fence. they was
only thoughts
#katyamills
rumination was a book labelled dnf
i dropped a gear and gripped the throttle
got the hell out of that small town
cubic centimeters pulled all the thoughts away they
got tore up like roadkill
my mind made space 4 all diverse
everythings
#katyamills
thoughts accumulate @ the corner of up and down just above freezing
mufflers give away ignitions in the silence behind double pane motel glass
corner of down and up on the back of a harley feeling the torque
insane or sane we are the strange circumstance of being in this world real time
#katyamills
downcast
sitting pretty on the front porch
calling you
year after year
my feet bare upon it
the flagstone
stops the thoughts
#katyamills
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