trying to sort the confused into piles
there are so many wonders wilting and torn
what-ifs that quip and poke me in the ribs
silted drippings from wrought over-thoughts
mimic the real thing but I can tell that these lines
are just auditioning, just wanting… attention
I’ve been wanting that for so long now
it’s hard to know what voices are real and which ones
just like to hear how they ricochet off the walls of my hollow
Little Miss Spitshit tends to ramble when she’s been silenced
for too long
I’m searching for a me that I’m not sure exists
yester-me takes the reigns and I’m outgoing and social
channeling a memory attached to a song while I shimmy
She is confident, but I am not
just constantly shifting between sorrowful sullen and sad
with intermittent flits of wonder and lightning
scared that I’ll starve and still
refusing to eat any more
synthetic
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 9:20 PM UTC
your presence
is the biggest gift
you have to give
to anyone
ever
including
you
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 10:43 AM UTC
we carry so many things
overflowing with memories
begging to be buried
how can I walk on this heavy
how can I let go of these suitcases
stitched to my fingers
where is the seam ripper for this baggage
where is the end of errant beginnings
when does the scene cut to diamonds
white fences and entire weekends
without tears
when can I not be tethered
to this old steel toed boot
I take a few steps forward
and it kicks me back on my ***
the heart I crave, the love I yearn
the swears I’ve sworn tongue tie and lie
and I’m back again, in your arms
wondering what is salvageable
wondering how much of me
will get to the next round
when will I be a snail
and not the shell
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 10:39 AM UTC
though the face in the mirror
has seen horrors
leaked tears
I am more
than those moments
I still can’t quite shake
though I’m not shaking anymore
I am walking forward
even when it’s a demoralizing procession
of eating pavement and picking myself up again
I am working on forgiving myself
for those egregious errors and casualties
strewn along my route
in and out of hell
I am listening
to the voice that shouts
that I need to dig up the dark things
to let the light inside me out
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 10:16 AM UTC
stopped talking to me
for so **** long
I started looking for it
in everyone else’s mouth
maddening, descending
a downward spiral staircase
and at the bottom
there is a dust-frosted trunk
packed to the brim
with love letters & promises to me
reading them feels like
voyeurism into another world
another time, another — dream
I know some of my come-trues
want to come through
if I can just stop trying to be
and allow my me
to me free
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 12:07 AM UTC
i’m glad someone is effing me this hard. tattooing finger trails along the spine of the universe.
just break me.
i don’t pretend to know.
i just puppet words and try to say
the stupid unsayable.
which is all so, sooooo....
much.
you know.
it is.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
staring down stars
seeking signs inside the fire
I can't tell the color of my own eyes
anymore
just the bright whites
staring back into mine
flitting above the smile
that I struggle to give
where, who, what, when
why.
the Q’s transfuse into
plasmatic stew on spun plate
overfloweth
af.
seriously, the W’s
bend me over without even
a hello
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
with a mental drip
slick down my cerebellum
and sticky on the stem
I can’t remember
what this poem’s supposed to be
but it’s not important
and neither are we, just —
coagulate stardust frolicking
stitched in the mystery
(on repeat)
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
I am not surprised
anymore.
I expect people to be
who. they. are.
or, at least
have been, mostly
but, I will remember you
and how good that halo looked
upon your unfurrowed
however fleeting
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
this symposium of somersaults
synaptic rafter vaulting
if only i could swap
mind & body levels
ascendant acrobat
with still insides
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC