So much swirling in my head today
and swirling in the world around me
In spaces meant to connect us
with faceless, nameless, bodyless people of the world
Stories shared that resonate all too familiar
spurred on by that charged phrase
grab them by the *****
I still wonder how it went down
waking up in bed, wondering how i got home
Not knowing where that night had gone,
until you bragged about your conquest
Memories lost, in black and blur
did I block in naive hopes to save my soul?
or had I drowned my memory in drink
ensnaring myself
It led to quarrels with the one I loved,
bragging lead to broken hearts, once for my love, twice for me
pray for the *****
As we watch hundreds of women pronounce their pain,
I pray for the countless more festering silently inside
For broken dreams, shattered hearts, swirling minds,
and the weights we can't unload
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
I feel fingertips vibrating
playing the notes of excitement
like flesh covered tuning forks
recently struck.
They quiver and resonate
boundless potential
humming to find the right note.
Within their quaking grasp
not quite out of reach
yet just far enough to risk falling
into a ravine of uncertainty if stretched too far.
Aching bones and coiled tendons
dreaming of grasping
that which whispers at longing reach.
Clench tightly and hold strong
let that quivering palm be your tell.
Your world and your calling,
are ready for you.
Trust your knowing hands
just let your heart swell.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
I stare through you
past flashing cerebellar heat and
pulsing hippocampal consideration.
My eyes go sharp
unfocused
squinting to keep unfamiliar truths from being heard.
My heart thuds
plods along in graceless intervention
righteous soldier
amongst tumultuous, chaotic drums.
Hands acquiver
wringing with uncertainty
a drumming tell of what swells within.
A crack of resolution
keeps a swaying mass
upright, holds true.
Cherishing a fleeting pause
amongst crumbling fortitude.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Crisp, cold winds dance up a creaking trunk
lingering on the neck before tracing their way up the branches.
Leaning into the cold bark
interlacing long fingered gusts between outstretched buds.
The last leaves still clinging
quiver and drift away in swirling arcs.
A new dew rests upon shaking skin
glassy, smooth and sharp.
Whorling zephyrs drifting further
finding new flirtations in the night.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
I know you
a smile dances across your lips.
sweet surrender to your fingertips dancing upon my flesh
the pressure of an expected routine
a new embrace born of familiar intent.
bring soft design
to the patterns danced upon my sunken channel
step to the rhythm of our design
a river rises to swell within you.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Until that cold truth bubbles to the surface
I let the sweet, soft silk of your touch press into my thigh.
Unflinching vibrations, a platitude
Frothing vibrations as connections tenuously entwine.
The swell within, clench tight, open deeply
I will rewrite your troubled past.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Inhale
Heart lifts high
Back arch
Ribs spread and flex
Open wide, stretch, fill the air
Cat, full belly, arched back, stretching paws to the sky
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
forlorn wanderer, lost soul
she drank the neck & shoulders from that bottle of whiskey
where do you travel with that tattered map
how do you know when you are home.
thick rolling clouds swell above the road
cumulonimbus
dark and tumultuous omens for a weary traveler
who doesn't recognize home.
forlorn wanderer, timid soul
she hid from a world that never made her whole
sweet child, why do you hide
what secret do you keep that can't be known.
a swelling tide tumbles waves upon the shore
noreaster
strong and dangerous for a tired heart
who can't bear to find shore.
forlorn wanderer, aching soul
she collapsed into her aching heart
what broke in you that keeps on beating
how can we mend your brittle core.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
oh sweet girl
the weight of the world
draws you ever closer to the ground.
stand tall
as you lap the cool springs into you.
draw yourself up
feel safe
there's nothing to fear now.
release the sharp claw
dug into the ground.
let yourself be free
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
this hole can not be patched
with plaster, mud or straw
sweet little birdies they come
bring their hearth and home
warmth, love, and soft down
the weather turns and the days grow short
and away blows the sweet familiar of their song
again it gapes
empty and forlorn
no house, no home.
how i wish to cover
with tiny doors, soft curtains and warm embrace
this drafty open wound
come back sweet little birds
and fill us with sweet songs
bring your majesty
calamity
to this hovel built for two
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC