Poetry

Why rush?

inkycapnip

01 Jul 2025

Weary feet struggle to carry
Where am I trying to go?
Wherever I look someone has trod
Once more I will try to grow
I changed every leaf this time
But I still don’t for stay too long

Ragged roots reach down deep
Burrow into the unseen
Mycelial strands wrap around
Pull nutrients from deeper ground
Unaware of the mycorrhizal I wince
My world saprophytic all that exists

A ghost applies pressure
Tightens a leash
I scramble to yank
Cloudy eyes cannot see

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

how could you say that to me? I have a really bad memory. He doesn't like to behave. He sifts and sieves through information I do not care about, but when it comes to everything I love, he turns into a steel trap. I still remember. The smell

I was raised by an artist

Black and white pictures hang on the walls Curdling talent Secrets unsung Knuckle stains from her brawl The blood in her mind covers scribbles in oil Rip out my whimsy Poison my lungs Remains willingly toil A gift from the ocean Colorful silks Mechanical oil Magic grows sick Package me

Mom

It's never too late Your hair may be turning gray The moon shines brighter through the beauty of your age Will we really be estranged? Your love saved my life Am I not allowed to repay? I will cherish my wife Don't make me run away

Dad

You were supposed to teach me how to swim Instead you held my head underwater Salt clogged up my lungs Slowed my circulation Hands stay cold Devoid Whirlpools in my chest suck the life out of everything But my heart still fell in love Ripped from the sun Through crashing

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I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

I was raised by an artist

Mom

Dad