Learn How to Escape Stuck

Being stuck for years doesn’t have to mean death.

I think it is the feeling of being mentally stuck
that keeps us the stuck for the longest
and perhaps,
the most deadly of all stucks.

We get these bursts of living every now and then
and surge forward with them
and then are surprised when we trip over a log in the middle of a cement parking lot.

Babes,
it’s life.

Expect and equip.

You have it in you.

Living Spinny

Sometimes
do you ever feel crazy?
Like you’re a living condition
of clear and of dizzy?

You’re that walking Motherboard
of all your own thoughts and service
and that you aren’t always living
with what you’d call purpose.

Drifting in the luxuries of ignorance and time
a royal game of powder glam
and you’re just in the corner
making strawberry jam.

Walleting Sake

When you’ve been on hold with a card company for 32 minutes and you go to take a pee and sit on toilet Hello how can i

oh for petes sake

whose pete? why not sam “? or bill?

I just finished making the calls one would do if they bought a plant and walked out to car and put wallet on top of car to insert plant into car and then drive off in car while plant is all chill in the backseat and the wallet is walleting not in my pocket or hands or possession at all.

How goodly human it was of unknown man to drop off at police station and police station man to call me and tell me my wallet had been turned in after being found on the side of the road.

Thanks Sam, or Bill or Pete. If it wasn’t for your sake, my wallet would be kappa zapped gone.

A Sure(d) Stay

When I have a heavy heart
I don’t feel fat or off the scale.
I feel my blood veins disjointed
And dragon sadness of a tail.

A heart with weight,
can also mean pure and full
Like explosion works of fire,
that create the half that makes the whole.

And if my heart is solid,
like that soulfire around your way,
I know we will be complete
before we start our stay.

Concrete Towers

War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.

Be Soft like Lint

It is okay to ask for quiet time.
If you need to recharge, regroup, reassess.
It’s okay to let me know.
To be respectful and mindful to the feelings that come with being human.

Knowing what kind of action or non-action will sadden or frustrate one another.
Let us be soft. So that we get the most out of each other.

Teach each other it’s okay to be vulnerable to express our needs or desires; that we won’t run if we tell or get told.

It’s okay to request things. It’s okay to need things from me.
A certain way to love, to listen, to communicate.
It is okay.

I Lived as a Child

I took myself away from myself.
I sacrificed the best parts of me, so that I could live loosely, irresponsibly and carelessly and make myself believe that was the only way I could be happy.
I knew I was lying to myself all those years. And I didn’t pull any of the better parts of me out , to change what I was.
I let myself get bigger, cry over the things I refused to handle, and stepped far in to the inability to deal with issues properly.
I knew all the right steps. I knew what I had to do, but I was too dependent on the darker side. By letting it consume me, I could feel less, be further away and disconnected from my tough choices.
I got too good at being so bad.