Poetry
I always start with a title. This time, however, I didn’t know what to name my new collection. Instead, I’d titled it, Working Title, and never updated it. No matter how long I was writing, or how many poems were added, there was no name that fit this collection better than the one it already had. These pieces of poetry started being written around the time Armida Warrior got a facelift and started morphing into every medium, rather than only horror stories and verse. I kept this name because this was its era: my new beginning. Some of these titles romance my work, while others discuss my mindset finding what I wanted to do, and what I wanted to be. Each and every one, like always, is a bit of word vomit. Collecting it in, Working Title, was my way of welcoming in this new era.
The collection itself is of an 102-poem length exploring where my mind was, and where it came from, as Armida Warrior became a multi-medium dream.
This collection is available in an ePub and PDF on Armida Warrior and Etsy as a zip file, containing both versions. Available to read on all eReaders, including computer reading apps, smartphones, and tablets.
Clouds Tick
clouds tick by
the hands on a
clock, shapes
of a mind
ready, set, already
fought
clouds remain
bubbles in the
mind
awaiting skin
and bones
awaiting its
own kind
Letting Go Girl
letting a girl down
without using words
pretending pretty
promises
lend a hand in
throwing her onto
grounds
cement in her knees
blood on her palms
throwing her into
what has never begun
Wrists And Ankles
chains around wrists
shackles around ankles
twist and twist
wrists tied in knots
hoping death is soon
for struggling to breathe
into this red balloon
creates more dust
more sleet
more snow
inside of a mind
forever lost
below
Bubbling Brains
pressure bubbling over
a boiling cauldron of soup
sickening cheddar and beer
sometimes broccoli and whiskey
tumbling over in bubbles,
bubbling over with bubbles
a teaching moment to all
who ever wondered
what to eat
when their mind
is
brain
mush
stew
