Wishing Well (Anthology)

                                 Wishing Well

Standing by, fishing coins out my pockets
There's a well that'll help someone in need
Foggy clouds I'd love to block
To clear up overgrown weeds

Throwing one coin in the air
I hope you find a pair
Tossing another with precision
For appreciation for your care

Another in the pile
For your smile
And for the one I missed
is your mind's toxic bile

Not wanting to be broke
My glasses tinted rose
became gold
Thrown in to replace your shades

Toss the purse
Hold his baggage
Lifting the curse
Off your back

Lastly, I'd like to hope
is my floral hair clip you upvote
I'd would like to share Spring's flowers with you
Down the clip flows to redeem the said "truth"
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                                          Looming

Needles weaving
While I'm heaving, going up and down a mountain
Trying to go back home
My health as fraglie as styrofoam

The remnants of the scars and punctures from my prior weavings
The moment fun but afterwards deceiving
Leaving me too scarred to make anew
But I'll make an exception for you
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                           Contemporary Contemplations

Lyrics canter from my earbuds, ricocheting off my thoughts
A melodious brew for inspiration
Let that saturate in recent actions
And contemporary contemplations

Can't help it, as if a second nature
Some I wasn't, halfheartedly
Certain thoughts I'd rather consume the texture
Other I'd rather hide from, some partly
My indecisiveness can torture me sometimes

Nothing will matter anymore
Home brings Homage
An award for surviving the storm
Throwing down my baggage after traveling through natural disasters

But it can make me cynical
But it can make me critical
But it can make me logical
It can't make me any less zealous

Making it back to heaven with thoughts unkempt
Like I can more to show compassion,
Something that's my body's second nature but not my mind, only this time vice versa
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                                      Agoraphobia

Swarms
Herds
Flocks
Crowds

A whirlwind of nothing but discordant noise
Jumbled intentions
My faint voice drowned out
Sounds of nothing but incantations
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                                    Wish You Well

It's hard to break from those incessant thoughts that plague you
Nothing but devilish thoughts A-Z
Almost on cue
They reside and let me be as I retreat out of the warzone

Immediately, I want to go back
Disliking my every move, or lack thereof
Thinking malicious things
My monotonous loneliness

Keep those demons underneath sheets
Only my laziness is going to be tying my down to my bed
Doing the same things on repeat
Despite all of it, at least I'm not dead

Chilling in Death Row before bed
Nothing will unchain me from my usual
Except someone who is radiant of a rare concept
Someone I'd give almost anything to stay like that

I'd willingly spend hours to write a poem for them
And may or not run up and down to wish him some wells
I May, for at least I can rest form my brain's mayhem
Running from the cell

The journey more comfortable than before
Previous worries seemed so secondhand
Cruising over serrated mountains like a tour
The sky once so bland, now a sea of stars

Sitting on the stones
Letting the pen wrapped in a poem descend
Judgment toggled to depends
This poem roams,
Wishing you well.