Funny
They can tell
When my
liver's working too hard
But they can't tell
When I'm on
Drugs
Funny
They accuse
me
of mischief
and mayhem
but they don't know I'm high
till I tell them
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
When they ask me why I came
I'll tell them
Cause my heart was hurting
And if it's hurting here
It might as well hurt
Somewhere else, right?
Love, don't tell me I can't
Cause I can
In my lowest moments
I'm 100% sure
Love, don't tell me I can't
Because
I can do anything
Of all the things we're not sure about
Confused about
Indecisive about
Of all the things we don't know about
This isn't one of those things
So love,
Don't tell me I can't
Cause I can
I can do anything
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
This is the part of life
Where you put bricks on the past
so you can't look back
And whatever's underneath will die
This is the part of life
Where you're waiting for time to pass
Enough time
To layer on
Enough bricks
To smother
Enough roots
Of the part of you you don't want
Anymore
I don't remember what I'm burying
But I've stopped asking myself
Because forgetting
is erasure
Forgetting
makes it easier to forgive
because no one ever did anything wrong
in the first place
Not even you
Laying down bricks with love
A foundation
To build the rest of your life
On bricks
Burying what?
I don't remember
Good.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
You want to introduce us
to a house of gold
But gold was never really my color
For some time
It felt as though
a hundred hands held me
Led me through the weight
Pain and loss
that I must bear
My brain spins
And I see
The hands are there
not here
A hundred hands hold you
Through the loss that you must bear
But there is no loss
Only the flowers we forgot to smell
The birds we didn't listen to
The beauty we were blind to
And you
must think I'm blind
for not wanting your house of gold
But Beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder
For a hundred hands
and a house of gold
cannot take me somewhere
I'm not meant to go
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
A highlight from your life
is negative
why?
What are you thinking about?
Something negative
Does it help?
Amazing
how a single moment of discomfort
becomes neck muscle
from the tension you put in your body
The pin dropped once
It is you
who became a cave
and allowed it to
Echo
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
My love,
if only we could write with two hands
And not get tired when night comes
If only the heat didn't hurt us so bad
And the bus rides didn't make us sick
My love,
the tension that you're
keeping in your wrist
you can let it go now
Look
If only you had always understood
Do not create demons
in a place where there are none
Feel your heart
You're safe here
Come, let's go
to a place where there are none
And your eyes grow heavy
when the steam glows
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
If only I could put
cold hands
to the sides of your face
convince that the sky's
okay
that the tear
in the curtain
isn't there anymore
that the taste of this
maternal mango
a little too sweet
so deep
it's where you'll find
what you're looking for
meaning
comfort
avocados and thick clouds
If only I could show you
how to do what you're told
That conformity
is not weakness
listen
tell your mama
when you're coming home
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
A tunic
Candles
Cooking
Fresh air coated with cloads
Movement
Deep breaths
Wrapped around your ankles
Secrets
Courage
Strategy
Whisper to me
No fear
Books and Mirrors
Sureness in your Eyes
Bathe
Water
Knowledge is Power
Write it
No one will get it
Power
Make no mistake
No self-doubt
Side effects
That vase, challice
A name like Gold
A name like yours
Hair growing
Longer
Time's pregnant
Banana bread
In a car
Love
Together we have power
Never give it up
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
You were asleep
When I walked into your room
You're the one person
Who I would wake up
I put my hand on your shoulder and sit down
Your eyes open
You're still in your work shirt
I take your earrings off
I give you my hands and move close
"So warm," you say
"Only your hands are cold"
I would walk through your double doors
rarely are they both open
And everything is warm in this house
Only my hands are cold
And the sky's heart of fire
in this sea of burning coal
Our feet feel the bricks get warmer
Only my hands are cold
And when the rare day comes
You're chilled to the bone
I would run to help you
Only...my hands are cold
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
You watch white people become millionaires
By spinning a wheel and guessing words
Is that entertaining for you?
Because you don't forget who you are
No matter how many of these people you see
You don't forget who you are
But I do
I forget who I am
In fact, I forget so well
that it's as if I never even knew in the first place
It's like being strapped
into a self-driving car
and you have no idea where it's taking you
Like my life is a wheel of fortune
and misfortune
Spinning around the blue
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC