This is
a cattle nation,
an endless sea of
black and white
floating perpetually towards
a smudged horizon,
grey and faded and
seemingly farther away with
each step.
I feel confined in this world of
flat-irons and resumes
and the words
and the people who say the words
but really mean something else,
expecting me to speak in the same
cookie-cutter sentences and
plan out a logical progression of mundanity
to cloak myself behind,
placing my footsteps carefully
in the molding
that was set by the infinite
faceless people that trudged on
before me.
There is no fork in this path,
no place where it splits into
two strips of gravel,
but there is grass on either side,
waist-high and swaying rhythmically
in the breeze;
I step out of my molding,
out of my cloak
and there is mud soaking my feet,
grass grazing my bare knees
and I can see music
and hear color.
I look at the black and white creatures
who can see only shapes and shades
and their grey destination
and I turn around.
I feel free in this world of
choices and serenity,
allowing my feet to lead me
to where the tall grass
meets a pond;
my body caked in dirt,
my hair loose and curly,
my lungs full of air.
The wind whispers fervently,
words unlike
anything I have ever heard
telling me of that feeling
between hiccup-sobs
and moving on,
between being tied down
and pulling away,
reminding me of the
moments of calm and
moments of chaos that
eventually led me
Here.
Staring into the reflection in the pond,
where the transparency meets
the slow ripples,
and I see
Me.
Alone,
leading the way
to my new destination.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
at least all
seven billion of us
feel heartbreak,
the high frequency sound
that explodes inside us,
screeching,
and then our hearts go
on beating,
all seven billion of them.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
I tend to shy away from makeup
I rarely pick up spray or brush
My heart is in flesh beating
and will one day turn to dust
I don't want to put forth creme facade
so you grimace when it rains
the trails of salt from filmy tears
are all that streak my face
If foreign objects draw you
jeweled tones upon the eyes
I do not fault your fancy tastes
or call concealer lies
But love is not burst into fire
by the curving of a kohl stick
And cheeks that redden with a kiss
are all that I would wish
to feed the flame upon the wick
that brightens and brings higher
two souls too bright to miss
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
I am tingling with the thoughts
that my body simply
cannot
articulate
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
The Atlantic Ocean and I sigh
in unison against the shoreline
of Amagansett Beach
and as she inhales;
she drags the land above below,
one grain of sand at a time.
In a few generations
she will have devoured this entire beach,
eventually the whole Island
and with it the multi-million dollar estates
which decorate its topology
like an effigy to human vanity.
I would say never before in history
has there been so few with so much
who have done so little
but that would denote
some kind of significance
and they are hardly worth noting.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
i want to be down to earth
but i am not. i am not calm and gentle.
i am not still and undisturbed.
my head is not level and my heart is not steady
and sometimes i can't breathe well but i will try.
although i know
my head is with the stars
and my heart is on a mountain top and my soul
floats through the wind and my body thrashes through the ocean.
i am not down to earth i am scattered about it.
i am tossed and turned all around the planet.
i am not wholesome, i am in fractions.
i'm not conventional, i am irregular.
i am not spontaneous or well spoken or planned but go my gosh
i do know what i need to say
i might not be down to earth, but this earth will come down to me someday.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
There is a great distance
A vastly endless space
A divide that echoes longing
Separating me from you
And within this great distance
Awareness is born
These two entities are destined to be
Their bond infallible
Where is the great distance
Of which I was painfully aware
Now it seems obsolete
We are intangibly connected
There is no great distance
Separating me from you
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
I dream of a quiet place,
Where I stop dreaming of being someone else half of the time.
All that is heard is natural, and soothes my soul to rest.
It has been in my dreams for as long as I could remember,
Yet I don't know where that is.
My throat swells up, and the hairs on my arms have risen.
*Where do I belong, or where am I supposed to be?
Does such a place even exist?*
Perhaps it just exists inside of me,
And I'm the problem actually.
Maybe this place is in the heavenly.
In this place my soul is at rest, my heart is content, and my mind at peace.
I see a large field of grain surrounded by the greenest trees, and the skies are whatever color they need to be, so long as I am there!
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
My life is a
paradox of
gasping for air
and choking
between the breaths.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.
Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.
Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.
There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.
I've immortalised them here...
But in invisible ink...
Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC