by Alec Meyer Staring didn't accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could. If I stand here long enough, If I let enough wind blow in my face, If I let the mud squish between my toes.
Tag: peace
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern though it may not, in fact, concern you in the slightest- Dear God, if you will. I'm writing from a seated position, leaning back as though to remember what it felt like to lean back into his arms, until that one day when I leaned and he didn't catch me. … Continue reading To Whom It May Concern
Reaching Stillness
There are few things in life that are more soothing to me than coloring. Coloring. Markers, crayons, colored pencils, chalk. Anything. And so I have decided to write about it, for the sake of writing about it - and it'll all be in organized little lines, like my poems or prose pieces. In the turmoil … Continue reading Reaching Stillness
A 5 Minute Search for Peace
I try to find my "inner self," my "center" (feeling knowledgeable because I read about it - some hippie article online) So - I close my eyes. Breathe, they said to breathe, listen to your heartbeat. I can't find it. and then I realize - I left my heart at home, under a pile of … Continue reading A 5 Minute Search for Peace
I remember your face
So sweet You meet my eyes so trustingly Clear, green, completely Guileless Calm smile, smooth skin that Emphasizes your slightly Pointed cheekbones. If you were a flower, you'd be an orchid If you were a poem, it would probably be a Cummings If you were a song, pick a light indie tune The floral pattern … Continue reading I remember your face
Successfully Pushed
at times, i find myself wondering how you’re doing and if i’m allowed to be wondering how you’re doing and if i can reach out, maybe call and ask? but you chased me away about 5 times and after a while, y’know, i start to realize that i’ve been successfully pushed because the other day … Continue reading Successfully Pushed
Warmer and Warmer
Something about the beach? Nah, the sun came out, that's what brought me out of my head. Chicago's winter was long long long. Not much of Spring, but there really never is. A day or two at most of 60 degree weather, and then the sun comes out in all its heated glory and bakes … Continue reading Warmer and Warmer
