Sunday, December 24, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Friday, December 22, 2017
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Thursday, December 14, 2017
If I'm being honest
your disinterest
is part of the appeal
because I love every pretty, solid perch
unless it looks too welcoming,
then suddenly it resembles a cage
and my instinct is to fly away.
They say love is
giving someone the power to destroy you
and trusting them not to...
and if I'm being honest?
I don't know if I can ever do that
again.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Punching Bag
I will take it in silence
for years
deep cuts,
low blows
I will let you transfer your pain to me,
let you express your anger,
I'll just stitch myself back up
over and over again
I will never hit you back
because I know your pain,
and I couldn't bear
to cause any more
but know
a day may come
when I will be too worn
too busted and beaten in...
if that day comes...
don't be fooled...
don't you dare...
you will have no right...
when I get tired of getting shit on
do not accuse me of being the asshole.
Monday, December 11, 2017
A Meditation
The ocean keeps me grounded
it reminds me how much
I can't see
it reminds me how much
I don't know
it reminds me
that I am small
and that I only exist
because the universe allows me to
the ocean
the mother
she washes away
what weighs me down
and leaves only
this breath
because
the only truth
the only thing I have
the only thing I am
is this breath
the ocean reminds me
not to waste
this breath



