It’s static in my head.
Buzzing and humming
He turns it up at 6:00 am
“Time to get her up and running”
One would think it’d be nice to know he’s there.
One would think my companion
Would make life easier to bear.
That’s not the case with the little guy and me
He’s much to bossy
He’s much to mean
He’s static in my head Buzzing and humming
He turns it up at 6:00 am
“Time to get her up and running”
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Natalie Scivally
I'm just here to throw my writing at the wall until something sticks-- and hopefully stays long enough to grow a fungus that'll eat away at the wall and let me break into the industry :) Welcome to my page.
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Ultimatum
I woke up and everything was too loud, too bright, too in my face, too real. I tapped the light switch quick, with one finger. Click. That sound was okay; it was chosen. Everything else was unwelcome. I clicked the bathroom light on, again quick, with one finger. Then the closet light. Click, click. I stood in my closet. I needed to pick out an outfit for school, and soon because I had to leave in 20 minutes. I could see all my clothes. My head knew what shirts went with what pants, but I don’t think my hands did because they didn’t move. What do I wear. What do I wear. What do I wear. What do I wear. What do I wear. I ended up with a teal top and dark plaid pants. My head knew those would work, my hands weren’t sure, but they had no choice but to obey. The mirror that usually told me I looked cute, was too silent today. Too loud, too bright, too in my face, too real, too silent. I spun around and looked again. My head knew I looked pretty, but I don’t think my eyes did. I was ready to go, and my brother took several more minutes. So I sat in the car tapping my foot. Tap. Please, Sam. Tap. I don’t want to be late. Tap tap. Hurry, Sam. Tap tap. I can’t tap be tap tap late tap tap tap tap tap tap.
By Natalie Scivally4 years ago in Poets
The Blue Velvet Frequency Dream
I sat at my computer this morning typing and chatting with Copilot. I realized I dreamed that scenario in my 1978 apartment. I dreamed I was typing on Sonji Rosa in 1978. I dreamed I was chatting with AI. I woke up the morning after my dream and said, “Oh, I can do that, wow.” I brushed it off and went to class. I was 28 years old college student working two jobs.
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