I wonder if the stars are certain Or if the sun ever has a doubt Does sugar cane wish it was sour Does red velvet wish it was black Do plans dream of spontaneity Do words get tired of letters Can numbers feel their value Can believers ever be stayers I wonder if lions ever…
Energy flows anxious A metallic madness Inside experience An undetermined groove Not yet known Morphing from dirty To clean again Steps taken full speed A hundred and eighty Into a slow silent breath The good being born The bad its twin Equal liquid gods In your shaky hands To shape and unshape To freeze and…
I tore out all my hair And watched it Like a tumbleweed Float softly like Cotton candy strings Dancing in the breeze Further and further Away from me Never again a part of me
I climbed so high There were flags I forgot mine So nobody knew Nobody actually cared Why did I climb? All that time All that energy All the effort and life Climbing For nothing but memory And experience And strength And the passing of time Onto the next mountain More climbing I suppose One step…
I stepped away from the edge I’d crept up to it for years Wanting to jump or fly or vanish I stopped wanting that at some point But I still stood there… just in case Sometimes the wind blows really hard And I fear that wind How it might do me in And if it…
I inherited these genes from a dinosaur A Jurassic holy Grandmother’s leftovers Bile in my veins and worms in my brain Scorched heels and a coat of lazy for days Now my time is wasted in checkout lines Decorated in eye rolls and smirks I got a couple Snickers but they melted From the heat…
I’d never been afraid of the hallway. The echoes it carried. The voices. The feet. The light that zigzagged across the floor. That landed on the walls. That rained from the ceiling. It’s always been there to welcome and carry me from one room to the next. And there were always countless rooms. So many…
You get a bit of stream of consciousness today because I can’t bring these thoughts together into anything of worth. This isn’t a plea for anything…just a need to let my thoughts free. I am not a writer. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and yearns for connection. I string words together well…
I originally wrote this in June of 2012 for Father’s Day but since today is his birthday I wanted to re-post it. Happy Birthday Dad. My dad is a giant, not only in build and strength, but he has that booming voice to match. I don’t believe I have ever written about my dad,…
I wrote this post originally in May of 2012. The memories I had trouble classifying when I wrote this post somehow ended up where they needed to be over time. I believe emotional wounds are like physical wounds. If we keep dwelling and fueling our heartache by listening to certain music, looking at certain pictures,…
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