gray eyes grabbing for sunlight ( Read more... )

diagonal footsteps,
bumping into silent reproach
the weather hurts feet
& the head is pounding
with unexpressed need--
don't be scared to trip
& fall--
it happens. it happens
often.
& i learn a new rhythm,
a pattern
that is easier to process,
cut myself once & pain
lessens with each nick,
or memory of pain dilutes
until it is water down
a storm

red bands ( Read more... )

i had hoped to be a ballerina
for your eyes only,
for your mind to devour my
steps as if they
were butterfly wings
yet, i fell prey
to my own longing
when ash was all
that lined your
mouth
and
my steps crumbled
liked old stone
once tended by
loving hand.

i'm a backward sort of forward ( Read more... )

coated in salt
like pistachios
sting the cut, keep
it fresh, i am
defensive walls and
broken dreams
i barely breathe
and when i attempt
to do the unthinkable,
i fall and scrape my knees
(the breaking is voiceless,
except in my head
where the scream is
wild animal)
and wishful thinking
is fairytale with
no happy ending.

a gorgon, a medusa,
a face to confuse a million
dreams.

i am s ink ing
changing water to night
my tears are sandstorms
that choke and i cough
up

cruel truths like diamonds
to cut me
which cut.

a gentle tide,
my lips as they touch
yours for the first time
and
breaths change, interchange
with moon aloft,
tides rise, bodies press
heart to heart and
mouths lock in beautiful
craziness, dizziness,
breathlessness
and the waves crash
against my heart,
wake it and change
the song on its radio;
i stay like this
with you.

come. here. start this. see me ( Read more... )

my words barely scratch the surface of my emotions ( Read more... )