Ikana Graveyard https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/ Where I bury my ramblings ;) Fri, 29 May 2026 21:30:40 +0000 There's a familiar pit in my stomach https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/theres-a-familiar-pit-in-my-stomach?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[There's a familiar pit in my stomach Instead of scrambling up the walls to escape it, bloodlying my fingertips, I sit I sit right down in the center of this familiar dark And I feel it move First into my shoulders I relax my shoulders Give them a good roll It moves then down to my kneecaps I stretch out my legs as I breathe in I observe It moves again Into the tips of my toes And before I've finished exhaling, It's left me Do I miss it? Not particularly It'll be back Next time I might have some tea while I sit ❍ ❍ ❍ Been struggling with anxiety a bit more lately. Just stress mostly. This one is about that. ]]> There's a familiar pit in my stomach Instead of scrambling up the walls to escape it, bloodlying my fingertips, I sit I sit right down in the center of this familiar dark And I feel it move First into my shoulders I relax my shoulders Give them a good roll It moves then down to my kneecaps I stretch out my legs as I breathe in I observe It moves again Into the tips of my toes And before I've finished exhaling, It's left me Do I miss it? Not particularly It'll be back Next time I might have some tea while I sit

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Been struggling with anxiety a bit more lately. Just stress mostly. This one is about that.

]]> https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/theres-a-familiar-pit-in-my-stomach Sat, 18 Feb 2023 01:04:59 +0000 11:49 PM https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/11-49-pm?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[11:49 PM Feel kinda numb. But only when I don't turn my head. I think I have a pinched nerve somewhere. Here's a haiku: You go on ahead. I'll finish my cigarette. It's too late for me. Ok goodnight world ❍ ❍ ❍]]> 11:49 PM Feel kinda numb. But only when I don't turn my head. I think I have a pinched nerve somewhere. Here's a haiku:

You go on ahead. I'll finish my cigarette. It's too late for me.

Ok goodnight world ❍ ❍ ❍

]]> https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/11-49-pm Tue, 14 Feb 2023 05:57:18 +0000 'A Freeform Poetry Exercise?' https://misha-ikana.writeas.com/a-freeform-poetry-exercise?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA['A Freeform Poetry Exercise?' An Exercise Free form poem First thing that comes to mind -- Road head, let's get 'ROCKED!' she said Then he hit a dog. He blamed her. She blamed his dick. -- I hit a dog once. A puppy. It head just high enough to be clipped by the front fender of my car. A another dog, a friend maybe, ran to see if it was ok. It wasn't. It hurts to write this. Don't know where it came from. I kept driving. Hysterical. Said some kind of prayer for it. In my head I envisioned a better world for it. A world just for dogs. Like All Dogs Go To Heaven. Sorry puppy. I never named you. You may not have even lived long enough to get a name. Everett. Little Everett the jaywalking dog. God damn I just kept fucking driving. Sorry Everett. It felt good to get this out. I hope you don't think less of me for it. Take heart that I'm gonna spend the rest of my days ensuring it never happens again. But I don't know man. It happened too fast for me to react. Didn't it? I think I should try this exercise more often. Also 'road head' just so happened to be the first thing I thought of because that Def Leppard song 'Let's Get Rocked' was playing a minute ago on the work radio when I started writing. I guess Def Leppard makes me think of road head. Ok I gotta get back to work. RIP Everett. Too young. I'm really fucking sorry. I edited in this part afterward to lighten it with a bit of dark humor. Had to cheer myself up a bit after this one. ]]> 'A Freeform Poetry Exercise?'

An Exercise Free form poem First thing that comes to mind — Road head, let's get 'ROCKED!' she said Then he hit a dog. He blamed her. She blamed his dick.* —

I hit a dog once. A puppy. It head just high enough to be clipped by the front fender of my car. A another dog, a friend maybe, ran to see if it was ok. It wasn't. It hurts to write this. Don't know where it came from. I kept driving. Hysterical. Said some kind of prayer for it. In my head I envisioned a better world for it. A world just for dogs. Like All Dogs Go To Heaven. Sorry puppy. I never named you. You may not have even lived long enough to get a name. Everett. Little Everett the jaywalking dog. God damn I just kept fucking driving. Sorry Everett.

It felt good to get this out. I hope you don't think less of me for it. Take heart that I'm gonna spend the rest of my days ensuring it never happens again. But I don't know man. It happened too fast for me to react. Didn't it?

I think I should try this exercise more often. Also 'road head' just so happened to be the first thing I thought of because that Def Leppard song 'Let's Get Rocked' was playing a minute ago on the work radio when I started writing. I guess Def Leppard makes me think of road head. Ok I gotta get back to work.

RIP Everett. Too young. I'm really fucking sorry.

*I edited in this part afterward to lighten it with a bit of dark humor. Had to cheer myself up a bit after this one.

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