I trashed more posts this month than ever. The older I get the more meaningless I feel words are. Mine specifically. Everything feels noisy. My skin. The sky. Your hair. The weight of failure is noisy. I keep failing. It keeps screaming. But the weight isn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. Maybe…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
A million little things Fall through the gaps Too many seconds ticking So much landscape escaping Yawning so wide Sucking in wind Measured by time Pulling my heart Shaped hour glass Closer and closer To the edge Begging me to jump To the other side Before the seconds Turn into hours And I’m nothing But…
The world says Emotion is ugly So… You cut out your eyes So tears can’t fall You cut out your voice So the words can’t come You cut off your hands So you can’t wring them You cut off your legs So you can’t crumple Only then will they say Wow You’re so beautiful I…
I kept beating it down My voice and its words To murder it into silence No thoughts, no thoughts Empty the passions Empty the knowledge Empty the fat ego Light the matches Then Let those things burn I’ve always been a super emotional person. Too much. Too much. It took years to train my external…
I let my soul Slip out And it floated Like balloons Toward the sky And I cried Because It didn’t even Linger Didn’t care To say goodbye And that Is the story Of my life
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
The vine grows Never straight Focus shifts Destiny calls Flowers bloom And then wilt Twisting And growing As vines do Caring not Where the sun Where the air Where the water Where the nutrients Come from They just grow Until that something For which they don’t care Disappears And then that vine Has to care…
The song had words Only I could hear They passed by Crumbling corridors And floated Over cracked linoleum Drifted through Burnt up rafters And settled In the distant trees Beautifully loving words Spoken with my voice Just perched Far beyond reach And I am lonely Knowing my self love Lives in an orchard
There is a kind of knowing That lives in your heart It has no form or shape It has no empirical data It’s abstract action An emotional drawing That takes residence Like a cockroach Drunk on absinthe A horrible knowledge You know exists But your brain It’s a coward Not as brave as your heart…
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