I have my little bag
My quiet catastrophe
Time is slowing down
Watching me decide
Just take a couple
Like you always do
fuckupyoufuckup
Like he didn’t know
The apple juice and the little blue box
The smile
My own quiet solace
The comfort
Of cold benches damp skies little bags
Two won’t hurt
Five is a breeze
They slip down like vindication bitter and mine
I walk back
nobodyknowsnobodyknowsnobodyknows
My feet own an impetus to return that my head has yet to find
I write stay awake
And my eyes don’t shut
I have my little bag
My quiet catastrophe
I own it
I carry it
It is beautifully full of me.
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I like the idea of a catastrophe bag. Isn't all of life a catastrophe at some level? Best to have that apple juice handy. We take comfort in the little things.
Oh, yes.
So clear.
Control.
Choice.
Power.
Control.
Each
So hard to relinquish.
Wouldn't it be nice if we couldd put our fears in a catastrophe bag and forget about them?
it's hard to keep control so tight that's how that catastrophe bag opens.Your poetry always cuts so deep that you feel every minute of it.
Our catastrophe bags contain different things, but I've got one too. Mine used to feature clear nail polish. Hey, it's what I needed, though the runs still showed. Now it's a cell phone.
I love the line nobodyknowsnobodyknowsnobodyknows
I used to use it now and then, though I suspected everyone knew.
I needed a bag like that yesterday - I would have put the whole day in it, then thrown it in the river.
Thankfully, today is a new day - such a great plan, isnt it? a new day every morning? Hope yours is going well. You write fantastic poems.
Beautifully written! I like every word chosen. It is beautifully filled with you, funny I could see the little bag, it is clear, and I can see you there, beautiful you. It's nice to know where we are.... sometimes...
annell
"My own sweet solace" luckily I have one of those.
I own some catastrophes too. If only I didn't have to carry them. A bag is a good idea.
Somebody knows, and that somebody is you. I knew a girl once who took a handful of Valium as casually as if they were M&M's I was gobsmacked ...to say the least. Could've sworn she would've overdosed but, I was wrong.
You hold the keys to unlock your world, and only you can.
Great writing again.
where does it come from this sadness that keeps us in small places? why is it so hard to shake? it feels as though we have lost some form of expression like forgetting how to breathe out and so we are clogged with the things we need to expell. perhaps we need conceptual colostomy bags. =) i wonder if it is a piece of our human pattern which is hard to place in an urban life. how many bags can we have?
Jae.. a bit different this time.. the lines say it all
I have my little bag
My quiet catastrophe
I own it
I carry it
It is beautifully full of me.
Sometimes such bags are illusions too..
Well, Jae, I am here:
http://rameshsood.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-i-had-left-my-feet.html
This is exquisite.
Thank you all..you have made me smile at my catastrophe bag..I appreciate all your comments..you shine a light through the bag..give me a little sip of humour to take with the little blue box..and a sense of belonging..Jae
Ah yes, a catastrophe bag, I like the reference. I hope it is light and that you don't need a back pack to carry it all instead.
Jae, another poem coming from that "Jae" mix of vulnerability and strength, a touch of shame and a whole lot of pride.
You are on a new path here... even when it's a catastrophe, it's still yours... and mine!!
Love and peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/11/17/life-is-good-when/
I think I might need to invest in such a bag...though I despise apple juice. "fuckupyoufuckup" mine would probably have a saying similar to this embroidered on the inside (for my eyes only).
for you:
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2011/11/rose-for-jae.html
Thank you all..so much..I am sorry I haven't got to your sites yet..I will fill my blog bag very soon..thankyouthankyou..Jae x
I like the catastrophe bag and I own one too which I carry around like a bag of trophies!! :) Feels like excess baggage!! ;) Need to throw it overboard!!
Excess baggage indeed..thanks Nanka..Jae ;)
had mine around my neck yesterday at work, but kept the problem all inside my head, which is really bad because then my paranoia gets the best of me, terrific write as usual!
The famous three words -- beautifully woven into the fabric of a fine story...
Thank you Christine..I hope not literally around..
Thank you very much Berowne..
Jae
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