If I throw out these words, will you arrange them?

If I scour these flakes off my thoughts, will you x-ray them?

Am I lazy, or just tired? So tired

I want this pain psychosomaticly fired. You’re fired. 

It’s time to find

the coloured pencils again,

and I want those ones

with the erasers on the end.

Is that a thing?

It should be. 


But maybe, instead,

a soft, downy bed,

and catholicons that rhyme,

making perfect the climb

out from cellular breaths,

releasing those deaths

that long to be free.


(Good night ❤)




48 thoughts on “exhale

  1. Oh you have done something lovely here👏🏻🌸🌸.
    I see colours and sharpened tips which if turned the wrong way might indeed pierce innocent skin.
    So I bestow upon you a hundred waxy crayons, with much affection 🌷💕💕

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  2. anie says:

    beautiful and versatile to look at Vanessa!
    Inhaling is just as important as exhaling. Yin and yan, good and bad, wife and man.
    Breathe in the love and the peace and what would be if we did not worry but just paint with the colored pencils? I am convinced that most problems exist only in the thoughts anyway …..

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  3. A gorgeous piece, Vanessa, with delightful things, particularly the last stanza. A random cosmic ray struck my brain and made me think of an old song, maybe there’s a connection: Going Back, the Byrds etc. I don’t know why, just an induced feeling. 🐒

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