We strive to feel connected. To belong. It’s not a surprise we try so hard to conform to societal standards. But do you ever wonder who is building the construct? We advertise belief and preference just by existing. We build the constructs with every choice we make. “Who are you?” Chances are you have difficulty…
Something’s wrong Words itch and claw Surfacing vague Into consciousness Biting at the edges Of my thoughts Something’s wrong Taps on my shoulder But I am not listening Until it begins to feed Devouring my dreams Something’s wrong It begins to scream And it frightens me Understanding Surpasses me Something’s wrong Reverberates inside me Knocks…
I originally posted this poem on facebook. Did you know I have a facebook page? Sometimes I will post poetry straight to the page and I love it when people comment with their own stanzas or lines in return. Every now and then they make it here along with the comments like today! MY FACEBOOK PAGE…
The moment shakes my breath Unsteady and uneven streams Of exhales and inhales flow As the moon throws shadows Playing hide and seek on walls Protecting me from beliefs That existed on the other side Of these satin white sheets Ideas meant to shape me Plotting to steal my identity Don’t tell me I am…
This one is for my friend Sarah Fader I can see it you know Black beginning to yawn At the edges of your smile The gloom that curls up Inside your distant eyes The universe ticking by Like a doomsday clock I recognize it you know The darkness that crawls Into your mood at night…
This is a love letter written by my best friend to all the people who make connections via “selfies”. By loving others you learn to love yourself. Lizzi has seen so many sides of me and me of her because “selfies” aren’t simply just images; they connect our distant worlds. She gets a picture of each new…
Like a flame dancing I am mesmerized By your force Eyes flickering With secrets I’m obsessed To uncover Seeking the orange fire For narratives That spark my imagination Searching the amber glow Attracted to tales That call out all my fears Your heat igniting Feelings of calm The comfort of home A burning desire I…
Inside this crazy acid denim destiny I painted all my dreams on pavement And skinned up both my knees Threads hanging from skies of gold Tangled up like ornamental knots Weave brows to bone I cannot tweeze And I weep into liturgical vessels Wondering how I will ever keep Those who have become my trestle…
Because we all have our walls! I crash so hard into all your walls Breaking bones as your voice calls Racing to find you my heart stalls Searching rooms dark and small Constantly stopping in every hall Yelling over furniture far too tall Under beds and tables I crawl Just know… I will find a…
Is it? So hard to believe Your voice Sounds like a song Floating on notes I never want to end Is it? So hard to believe I watch the sun set So I can see you Painting the night With racing comets And faraway stars Is it? So hard to believe That your breath Stills…
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