Check In
I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and stuck in my inactions.
It never feels like a slow spiral downward either. It’s more like the worst roller coaster at six flags…”Eh it’s not that bad, it’s kinda fun, then WHAM your giant waffle cake is purged from your stomach.”
But, so is life. A purged waffle cake that you know you shouldn’t have eaten anyway.
Scarborough U.K.
Scarborough Castle
May 19th 2018
Old and broken yet still standing…
Great food- The Courtyard
Interesting Locals- The Turks Head Pub
Vanishing City
Running away, Or running free?
I never know which it will be.
Vanishing city or a trick of the eye?
Chasing the fog. Chasing a lie.
We are all scared. The sway has been lost.
There’s no return trip but we are still charged a cost.
From Far Away We are Free
London taken from Greenwich (Cutty Sark)
We are never free from ourselves. Even if you travel to the ends of the Earth, there is always someone you can never leave behind.
But, when you are alone and in an unfamiliar place, you might find out who you need to be.
Jekyl and Hyde
Short poem:
Nothing to me
Is ever right or good intentioned.
Always fantasies of what could have happened.
Running from myself
the soul is forgotten.
In a dream we jump and wake
before hitting bottom.
But those of us that cannot escape are not forgotten.
Dark And Light
I wish I was someone else.
I wish I was somewhere else.
I wish that the feelings I have were enough for today.
I wish I could sail away be taken by the sea. Washed with salt and reborn.
Reborn from the earth and the sea.
Flashback Memories
Stillson Street, Rochester NY.
Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me.
But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.
Broken Dock
Sometimes I feel like this is the wreckage that’s left inside of me.
Beautiful sun and water shows a chance of repair and renewal.
But the first thing I see is brokenness.
Spring will come as it always does and choices are made to repair and carry on.
63 Pill Bottles
The pain in my chest
constantly
Paranoia arrests my rational thinking
viciously
I see their lights out of the corners of my eyes
Black shadows moving across the floor
I can’t help but check the locks on the doors and make sure the shades are closed
Helicopters incessantly fly overhead
They rattle my nerves just a little bit more everytime
63 pill bottles line the pantry shelves
What can I find to calm me down
Sleep is farcical
And death is no recourse
GinasCaravan 