my mind is something like a traffic light,
Green telling my thoughts to run wild like all these people during quarantine,
told to stay home, stay calm but yet we're all overthinking, going everywhere we can to keep from inevitable boredom taking over.
Yellow, telling myself to calm down, inhale, exhale, make some beautiful art out of my words something like a fairy tale. Slow these ideas that are trying to bust out of my head and through my mouth, hurt feelings leading to slashing the tires of someone else's heart, yellow carries the toll of reassurance, carrying kind words like a grocery cart.
Red, stop, take a breath but nothing more, clear your head from the bottom to the top, meditative process like a creek stream's current, slow and steady, my creative juices flood in when I'm ready, take control of myself and feel refreshed this is my own personal remedy.
Life can be so malign, constantly in motion, looking for our next street sign , next goal to hit,
It's nice to implement these traffic lights, rewind and appreciate the life around me.
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poesíaall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
