Baby Blue
A girl sits
Under the oak
Jupiter is visible
Warm to the touch
Only her two eyes
Present
With the night sky
A sword fell
From the
Eternal midnight
Impaling her
Tacked her up
To the bark
Until she
Found the strength
To bleed
Every last hurt
And hunger
Out of her
Body
“I am tired”
She cried
Misunderstood
Sensitive
Insecure
This
And that
But Never
Enough
And then
She woke
In a baby blue
Unborn
baby…
It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
—
Lemony Snicket
(via goodreadss)
(via goodreadss)
Air and Earth
We wake up together most mornings. For almost a solid year we wake up tangled in the web of each others dreams. We get to roll around in the middle of the night to adjust the covers or to re calculate our cuddles and I like the feeling of his deep sleep sweat on my skin. I wish him a “goodnight” and I’m not so insecure about my breath smelling terribly anymore because he’s so gentle and…
Air and Earth
We wake up together most mornings. For almost a solid year we wake up tangled in the web of each others dreams. We get to roll around in the middle of the night to adjust the covers or to re calculate our cuddles and I like the feeling of his deep sleep sweat on my skin. I wish him a “goodnight” and I’m not so insecure about my breath smelling terribly anymore because he’s so gentle and…
To Become Like Wind
Insecurities Are a bitch The story I tell myself Is a bitch Sometimes the story That unravels Happens to be a bitch Because the truth is I’m beautiful And perfect And deserving of All things good Pure And true. We all are. It’s hard to sit within That knowing When a reality You thought you knew Is shattered. It’s not a bad thing To have your reality Shattered Because it frees Up room for you…
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Life, Death & Jeopardy
Years ago, in another life I was lying down atop a rundown mattress in the back of a singlewide where I felt the rusty springs dig into my young flesh. The bed was ancient. It belonged to handfuls of people before it landed its vintage claws into my low back. My father was in the next room watching television. The blue glare of the television kept my mind active and the sound of Alex Trebek’s…
Red Tsunami
Pain will creep in from time to time It will feel like a boa constrictor has a hold of your throat and your throat is tied to your heart and your heart might feel like Porcelain aged and cracked from all the times you had a person you loved with their back turned toward you or middle finger up And it felt like an earthquake Your eyes Cried a Red Tsunami and you just prayed that once it all passed…
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These days I find myself walking a tight wire above a vast ocean of uncertainty. Here I have been under the illusion that if I fall off either side I will plummet straight into the faces of past traumas and pains. This has terrified me. This notion has crippled my body into a state of paralysis. I’ve heard that “fear is the opposite of movement” and if I linger here for too long I won’t create…
Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It (an anthology)
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The Dove
I am a flame I am clear like water & song a mirror to be polished my shadows are also my shade my light sometimes it burns my heart ablaze but it doesn’t keep the dove from finding its perch on the black branch of a singed pine.
It Hurts
It hurts so bad I can bite my tongue and it bleeds all the lies I’ve told onto my shirt where you can see it straightforwardly I can’t hide it anymore just like you can’t hide the way your eyes gaze over and over at her teeth while mine clench and grind every last bit of promise there was. and I am mad at you for pretending like it would work and for how you flirt with the false bullshit story…