Showing posts with label offset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label offset. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Offset

January 13


Offset


I often feel out of round and unmatched to my counterparts.  Awkwardly I sit unable to strike a plausible pose.  I want my asymmetry to seem chic.  I feel a victim of universal ugliness and gracelessly plod through my days.  Luckily offset thinking, the partner of my offset soul, saves me.  I see that I am uniquely useful, like a screwdriver set at right angles for use where a straight one could not reach.  I am counterbalance and compensation.  I may be lateral but I am also collateral.  I am an embellisher, beneficial in unexpected ways and shouldn’t seek to be inline with the multitude.  I am the new growth, the spur to the future.

Romance the noodles in your soup


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GRAVITY WORKS ALL THE TIME

Limits and boundaries are a drag
I hate feeling tied to the ground
I know I could fly
If not for unseen forces

I sense myself lightening, smoothing
I drop my burdens, I pick up speed
Fourth dimension
Hell, I'm proverbial vapor trails

I should explain, when I get moving this fast
I inevitably wind myself into a position
Where my head is up my nether regions
A place it does not belong

I have slowly grown to love my limits
No restraint holds me back
In reality, I am supported, rooted as it were
I am not hydroponic, I can live in the real world

I am me
Encouraged by the wind and the rain
I am not a hothouse flower
I am truly free

I can walk where I was born to walk
I forget life has not been found outside my little world
And when it is
I am still better off being me



You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Monday, January 13, 2014

Catch

January 13

CATCH



How can my sensibility catch my intellect?  Or find a map with enough information to get my heart to the current location of my mind?  What are the common markers recognized by soul and brain?  I know the pulse of my wrist is counter-pointing the firing of my synapses.  My life signs run their course and I struggle to find the intersections.  I long for more than signposts and curbing.  I would like parallels, paradigms and conclusions.  There must be a place of common home and hearth.  I am looking for the depot of my life.  I hope I hit it before I hit the coast.


Warm your heart with your thoughts.

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Offset


I often feel out of round
and unmatched to my counterparts.
Awkwardly I sit unable to strike a plausible pose.

I want my asymmetry to seem chic.
I feel a victim of universal ugliness
and gracelessly plod through my days.

Luckily offset thinking,
the partner of my offset soul, saves me.
I see that I am uniquely useful,

Like a screwdriver set at right angles
for use where a straight one could not reach.
I am counterbalance and compensation.

I may be lateral but I am also collateral.
I am an embellisher, beneficial in unexpected ways
and shouldn’t seek to be inline with the multitude.

I am the new growth,
the spur to the future.



You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Offset


January 13


Offset


I often feel out of round and unmatched to my counterparts.  Awkwardly I sit unable to strike a plausible pose.  I want my asymmetry to seem chic.  I feel a victim of universal ugliness and gracelessly plod through my days.  Luckily offset thinking, the partner of my offset soul, saves me.  I see that I am uniquely useful, like a screwdriver set at right angles for use where a straight one could not reach.  I am counterbalance and compensation.  I may be lateral but I am also collateral.  I am an embellisher, beneficial in unexpected ways and shouldn’t seek to be inline with the multitude.  I am the new growth, the spur to the future.

Romance the noodles in your soup


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GRAVITY WORKS ALL THE TIME

Limits and boundaries are a drag
I hate feeling tied to the ground
I know I could fly
If not for unseen forces

I sense myself lightening, smoothing
I drop my burdens, I pick up speed
Fourth dimension
Hell, I'm proverbial vapor trails

I should explain, when I get moving this fast
I inevitably wind myself into a position
Where my head is up my nether regions
A place it does not belong

I have slowly grown to love my limits
No restraint holds me back
In reality, I am supported, rooted as it were
I am not hydroponic, I can live in the real world

I am me
Encouraged by the wind and the rain
I am not a hothouse flower
I am truly free

I can walk where I was born to walk
I forget life has not been found outside my little world
And when it is
I am still better off being me