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Anxieties of a Conflicted IntrovertI.Anxieties of a Conflicted Introvert by Pencil-Wolf
[i don’t want to
have to tell you i’m
lately it’s been tough.
And i’m stricken with this feeling that
maybe i’m not good enough.]
you see, somewhere out there
birds are looking for nests and birds
are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i
am tired of picking straw from my heart
and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m—
[well sometimes i’m
but i never wanted to tell you that]
--tired of seeing the ball i wind from
those leftover nests grow and grow—
[and i want more, want more, but
sometimes there’s only so much my heart can hold]
my life is a tree c
Sometimes It's Hard to Stand StillWe're two broken peopleSometimes It's Hard to Stand Still by Pencil-Wolf
Our spines rigid and sharp, pointed
Like mountain peaks scraping the sky
Our bodies rolling like the North Carolina hills;
tumbling now, it seems
And unable to grasp what it is that makes me this way.
We move like mountains
Our snow-capped heads telling us that Spring
Just might be dead and
Our joints aching with the pressure of standing I
am ready to sit.
I am ready to collapse upon the earth
and fold myself up
and lay with my cheek against the hum of your chest
and listen and
b r e a t h e.