today it’s a tree bent
under the weight of flowers

sometimes it’s a person,
a place, an idea; or even nothing

so much fits right in — some
for a moment, others for life

the centre of life holds a lot, but
never a thing shaped like me

(cross-posted)

those who know
a thing or two

will smooth out
rough edges

strike out
what’s yours

saw off
whole limbs

with cold
precision

just to make you
more “relevant”

(prompt)

i envy you
walking on water

touching nothing
spectator to your own life

nameless, unnoticed, you
swallow worlds whole —

they’re right there, unharmed,
when you turn around

(prompt)

must try, can’t miss
life’s short & plain
others tried these:
it worked!

collect collect collect
like save share
fit these into your plan
you have one, right?

you could do more
be so much more
something better awaits
right around the corner

unmoored in a blink, like a
limb ripped out of its socket

do you hear that? the sound
of worlds being ripped apart

a lot like people when the day ends
when darknes folds, when eyes close

(prompt)