Sleep, shivering lion
Let the silence of the warm night
Bring you all the hope you need
Sadness will wait until the morrow
Let the moon
Look down on you with kind eyes
For it knows what it is to be alone
And so tired of shining
Of being cold.
Sleep.
Lie by the river
Wet your brow
Wish the water over you
And breathe clearly for once
Sink
And only swim in the morrow
Sadness can wait
Dream
Live the sunken lives of your ridden days
Watch the stars twinkle on your paws
Never wake till you're ready again
Gentle, shivering lion.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
i was told i could be anything,
so i chose to be a feminist
because
when i suggested my father help with the laundry,
my mother told me i was crazy.
because
meghan tranior's "all about that bass"
is telling bigger girls to be comfortable in their own skin
because skinny girls already do, right?
because
i'd like to make as much as my male coworkers.
because
i was laughed at for wanting to be a doctor instead of a housewife.
because
people look at me strange when i say i don't want kids.
because
when i gave a speech about feminism in my english class,
i was called a man-hater.
because
"my shoulders distract the boy's education".
because
my mom shouldn't have to worry
about what goes in my drink at concerts.
i will be a feminist until
i can tell my boyfriend
"no babe, i'd rather watch the movie"
and i am not told
"you're depriving him of his needs".
until
my body is my body.
until
i no longer have to carry pepper spray on a keychain.
until
women in foreign countries can vote and drive.
until
woman means human.
until
we understand **** culture
and feminism isn't just about women,
it's about humans.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
what is heaven to you?
heaven to me is a place your mind creates;
a place where you are happiest.
I imagine your heaven being a garden
with petunias and hydrangeas.
you are kneeling with a small shovel in your hand
digging little holes in a flower bed
to place the little flowers there to live.
your cancer is gone
and so is your emphysema.
your legs are perfect
and your arms don't have bruises on them. ((your skin was always so sensitive))
you've got on your green striped shirt
with the matching green pants.
your cigarettes are in your pocket
and you are humming and singing an old tune from 1951:
"Hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' somethin' up with me!"
you have that same front porch I remember
drinking the same Lipton cold brew sweet tea.
that's where I think your heaven is.
where is my heaven?
right next to you.
singing, planting flowers, and sipping sweet tea.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Wine, spinning, we dine,
Candles and moon making love,
. . . Sparkle in her eyes.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
I love my life.
All of it.
Every time the sun warms or
Burns; the rain soothes, or
Stings with angry ice; barrel-hot
Buckshot, I
Thank. Thank for the
Weather.
I love my life.
All of it.
It's an art.
All of it.
Every time the axe rests above
Your neck mid-air,
Wink at the masked one
Holding the handle.
Thank. Thank for the
Swift awakening
Awaiting.
Add years to your dreaming.
It's an art.
All of it.
I love you, poet.
All that is you.
You hold an opposing answer
In each hand, commanding
The chooser to hold
Your gaze and keep
Asking.
The best readings rest between
Every line drawn.
I love you, poet.
It's an art. All that
Is you. **** well
All of it.
Sleep safe.
Add years to your
Dreaming.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
*You are not alone.
Even if it seems that the world
Is nothing but a living hell,
There'll always be someone to
Walk down the same path as you.
You are not alone.
Even if it seems that love was
Never meant to be trusted
Or friends were never meant to
Remain true to this bond forever.
You are not alone.
Even if your tears flow like rivers
And no one comes to wipe a drop.
Coz' on the other side of the river
We wait. You just need to swim across.
It'll be your own battle for a while.
Swimming across will not be easy.
But it's your share of battle
And you've got to fight.
And then...
You'll never be alone.*
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
sleepless nights,
leaves and acrylic.
flames and capsules,
movie marathons.
I think I've seen this one
about four ******* times.
but it's okay.
I'm with you guys
and nowadays life isn't
so bad.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I tore apart your skin
I ate your cells and broke you in
I grinded your bones
And in the marrow I find your home
I squeezed out your eyes
I found your lies
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,
she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.
she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.
she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.
she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
GIVE me women, wine, and *****
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC