humuor – insight07's blog

9:45 AM to 6:10 PM

I wonder how buildings stand so tall and proud.
I can feel my neck and spine change shape throughout the day
A question mark?
An exclamation point!
A full stop.
(I curl into myself for some psychological warmth)
The cold ACs talk nonstop, their voice has become familiar
Plants in this office are more alive than people
As my friend 6 states away says- this world feels 2D.
And I am a walking 2 line drawing put together-
Eyes bigger than my head
Head bigger than my legs
Hands two needle sticks by the side-
Fit for typing and meticulous washing.
(It is the only body part I can truly control).

~insight07

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Butterflies

Butterflies dance around my head
A bonfire with the flames licking air
Delicious cookies melting at my fingertips
There is so much warmth in this night
Can you feel the love in my eyes
As I hide my gaze from the world
Just for you, I open up myself
As a whole
Dreams are exposed leaves to the sun
Growing, nurturing thoughts
Of a together.

But you are so far,
Come close
It will be worth,
I promise.

~insight07

Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!

Link- https://rb.gy/nbxljh

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Strange Friday

People wear beards of masks
and tan lines,
a face that is sunny and in shadows at the same time.
Lips have lost their shape, they come in question marks
and full stops.
Or maybe a delightful oh!
at the surprise that is a friday after a thursday after a monday.
Oceans and buckets of water
absorb light and shine as if the light is their own.
Photos are smiling and clouds are floating
with no thought of their own
Unoriginal, much like the pink and grey muscle
in my skull.
Sometimes, I shake my fingers in thin air and imagine them as wisps of spider homes or
Jellyfish with electric rays.
Oh!
Maybe an octopus with eyes on tentacles (their skin can see).
Birds on my skin fly mid flight into a sky
Without clouds, without sun, without light
But still, an ocean or bucket- maybe five.
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~insight07
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Coin in River

Rivers used to run before
Up and down city lanes,
In paintings and frames.
People smiling, sitting by the water
Splashing as it fell down rocks
Into the throats of creatures.
70% water. 30% kindness.
The human anatomy to a 2 year old girl running down a beach, barefooted.

A coin slipped from a loose pocket and fell in the river.
A rock gone deeper into land.
Soon, more coins slipped.
Some flipped it into the water in hopes for a wish-
Money in paper.
Wave upon wave. Person after person.
Smiles dissapered. Sighs crowded faces where laughter lived.
Coins mounted higher than the water.

Do you see?
There is no more water.
A new monument stands. A new river flows.
We live in its shadow.

Paper notes flow
Up and down city lanes,
In paintings and frames.
People with money throats sing-
Money talks and walks among humans.
70% capitalism. 30% politics.
The human anatomy to a 25 year old girl running to reach office on time.