today i saw myself as a crepe myrtle blossom
bursting magenta, dripping with life
so full and juicy and lotus-eating
demanding of attention
not only for an earthly beauty,
but for the allure of aliveness
how could i ever feel contempt for a body like this?
so i promise myself-
next time the comparison monsters of my mind try to take control
i will remember myself as a crepe myrtle blossom
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 4:14 PM UTC
I guess I've given up my pride, in you I confide.
Before you, an avalanche,
broke every branch,
on its way down.
He couldn't see the human in me,
the vulnerability.
My heart was afraid, in the snow
where I laid, looking at the mess I made.
I guess I've lost my sense of doubt, with you about.
When you're near, I find dry land,
you seem to understand,
my wide-eyed heart.
You can see the human in me,
the vulnerability.
My heart had been swayed, in the sand
where we laid, steeping in the love we made.
I know you will be my home, wherever we go.
Together, we will climb,
the tallest of pines,
just to see the sky.
I can see the human in me,
the vulnerability.
My heart I will share, unconditional and bare
relishing in a love so rare.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Which way's up
which way's down
what to do with this new Love I've found-
but not that pound-pound heart kind of love
it's just gotta be that sense of
it's gonna be alright
the sun's ashining and I think I just might...
spread these lips into an undeniable grin
radiating the sincerity within
true, we've long been stretched thin
but we're young, we're risky
and the happiest we've ever been
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
Our father liked to play a game.
He would count each hawk
preying, circling above veiny tree lines
graying like shadows of industry.
There’s a redtail, he would say, look
at its proud chest and talons of mastery. Our
eyes searched for the creature, noses
pressed to cool glass and 65MPH speed.
Sometimes we’d catch the bird with two eyes, one eye
or none. Meanwhile, our father never took his eyes
off the road, fixed on painted yellow lines stretching
to heartlands down New York’s I-90 West.
With age my eyes became engaged, detecting
the slightest movement peripherally. Rods
in retinas distinguished plump plumes from leaflet
tufts, razor beaks from thorny stags, white breast from
billowing plastic bags. My sideways scan
of leafy fringe is an artifact of habit
when traveling down state roads of this infra-structured
nation. I search for evidence of its natural relation,
beyond all that is manufactured by the jelly-
spine of convenience, beyond wheels spinning
at deafening speed, beyond the grubby hands of greed.
Still, our connection to place is still here and Earthly,
coexisting in delicacy, like the hawk’s nested-blend
of twig and trash. I trust there is a chance for us yet,
despite cloudy puddles of progress, despite integrity
lost in capital gain, despite a forgotten native name.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
my hair is smoked with diner eggs and bacon
because I was lucky enough to eat this morning
using the change I found in my pocket.
I have plenty of change on me
some of which I used to purchase
beautifying products
to conceal my blemishes-
imperfections that seem so trivial now
I am ashamed
passing by the Cherry Street Coin Begger
eyes casted in different directions, sitting upon a thrifted walker
it seems my compassion is faltering,
maybe it is these salt stained streets or self diagnoses or
layers of grime surfacing under melted snow
but her and I are no different,
trying to avoid the same soot puddles
like land mines hidden
under sidewalks of putty
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
It was a pleasure to burn
standing over smoldering ash, watching
his face crisp on a glossy 4x6 print
I spit into a heap of blackened memories
I promised myself that this would be
the last piece of me
he would ever consume.
I swore to anyone who would listen, I was through with his twists and ties of lies.
Yet, I was still tangled in
his grip; beset with spite, my mind muddled
through dark daydreams of revenge. A sudden flash
regained my consciousness as the barn’s worn wooden beam erupted into flames.
I knew I had to split
before I too, crisped into cinders.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
I find the idea of you quite ticklish
like woolen mittens, itchy wrists
a poke, a ****
a reminder tireless.
I find simplicity to be at fault
for fiddling fantasies, like bad dreams
dizzy and liquified
not so, as it seems.
And through months of fleshly illness, in denial of feminine prowess,
I was held under a rock
by a love so callused:
I was smitten in the smog of your smile.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
I will not
give you the satisfaction of my smile
Because I know
my energy, you do not deserve
I am protected
by the unearthly vibrations of my being
And I promise
I am left unshaken by your soullessness
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
there's a hawk in the sky
and i'm wondering what
he's doing here
with all that freedom
this is no place for him,
with the rooftops of grey
he's got to be
going hungry
There's a fish in the sea
with arms and with legs
he ain't got no coins
so from me he begs
this is no place for him
with scales that don't shine
he'd rather be
drinkin' red wine
there's a rock in my shoe
who once was a cliff
when I asked him for proof
we got in a tiff
this is no place for him
with laces that tie
he'd rather be
dust to live by
there's a girl on the street
with more than two eyes
she feels more than she sees
that's why she cries
this is no place for her
with souls who are blind
she's got to flee
from such thoughtless grind
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
to the one i have loved:
How do i put this eloquently?
how could my best friend, my baby,
cast me away so easily?
as if I meant nothing, all along
you smelled out my vulnerability and capitalized,
but your touch and kind words,
how could you fake them?
with such a serious vehemence
in which my intrigue grew to enamor?
I can't bring myself to admit the illusion,
the delusion,
but how else do you explain
the insignificance that brought me this pain?
you may be but i am not
stoic, i am full of nerves like a funny bone or sensitive tooth, and i wear them openly and freely,
you may see this as my weakness but it is my greatest strength,
to let myself feel what i may and know that those emotions are okay
to feel the world the way i see it and let people in
I know i made mistakes, i am human, am i not?
yet here is the delusion: did you expect me to be perfect? visions of a perfect love with understanding and support, tucked in the country side with a dog and someday a little boy or girl?
I had them too. Before you told me you could imagine a life with me.
and I took that to heart.
But never mind the past, it cannot be undone, although intense longing and plea for answers besets, i know this is for the best, i trust that you did me a favor in the long run. I am much too strong of a woman .
So my darling, goodnight and i wish you well
But i want you to know, just my sentient:
you will hold a piece of me no one had touched, even if i was your way of forgetting an even greater love,
i just wish that love could have been me.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC