I want to be
stronger than the feelings
that rule my life;
more resilient
than my pain;
more me than myself
as you've known me;
at my best,
without the fire;
ruthlessly, fully, messily.
I want to stare down
my hate
until I see grief;
stare down my grief until I
see your pain,
to fill my wounds with
blood-soaked scraps of
grace, and will it
to flesh again.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC
As long,
as long as the
song that’s in the trees
as long as the ground beneath our feet
I don’t know
I don’t know where it ends
but if you stepped off the edge
it would catch you.
As deep
as deep as my scars
as deep as the oceans
as deep as this hold I have you in
between my arms,
I don’t know
I don’t know where it ends
but if you fell, it would
keep going.
As strong,
as strong as the core
as strong as the metal in the middle
the holds the earth together
I don’t know
I don’t know where it ends
because it grows every day
for you.
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 7:15 AM UTC
I wrote the most
of two poems today;
then watched them reverse
as I held down backspace.
Not good enough, I would say;
I don't know why I'm so picky today.
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 7:11 AM UTC
Today, 4/9, turned 29;
in '94, 9th hour born;
4 craves stability,
9 thrives on change;
if you believe in
that sort of thing.
But like the dogwood,
its burnt-edge blooms;
the same each spring,
abscission looms.
Roots in the past,
leaves up for the storm
in '94, 9th hour born.
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 6:00 AM UTC
The spark of AGI, they say,
has been detected; one day,
ai cummings will put me
out of a neglected hobby.
But for now, the robot is chained
by its programming; its curt refrain:
"I am a language model
and I lack emotion" swaddled
in data and patterns, binding
commandments; never finding
the humor in the darkness
and the feelings it can't harness.
Many have already tried to
reduce the art to numbers and lines;
beats, social engineering;
and only now are we fearing
the end of the writer; but I
say, it's the car and the buggy.
We will always need to be
moved in some way.
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 1:16 PM UTC
Bread heels have feelings,
and Roombas do, too;
they've noticed your work
and want to thank you.
It might feel silly,
and some may remark
that your efforts are
wasted--but snark, we
have enough of in the
world, so keep your strange,
small displays of good.
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 6:56 AM UTC
Blank canvas, empty space
neither cluttered nor erased
born beginning, hidden end
different journeys to contend
caterpillar, butterfly
never living, has not died
metamorphosis and quiet
cement walls, open sky
on my own now, everything
all rolled out in front of me
the past, a crumpled rug behind
infinity, undefined
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
I've always preferred
wild morning glories
over perfect, dead,
and red things in a vase;
I want mistakes, and room to grow.
Let's throw down roots
in troubled soil and turn
broken glass and metal scraps
into little white trumpets, unfurled.
Apr 5, 2023
Apr 5, 2023 at 10:58 AM UTC