They say you are mightier than the raging sea
That your love is tumultuous and strong
They say you will break me apart
Again and again,
Until I’m soft and warm like the golden sands that once formed sharp, jagged rock.
So I wait
for you to break me open
To smash my will to pieces
But it seems that my heart is a stone
Sunken into the algae filled depths of a glassy pond
It’s starting to feel like from my very formation
My life has been
Set in stone.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
There will be a time
Where the winds will blow,
And you'll realize
You'll bend but you won't break.
That'll be the day
You'll smile and say,
"I've won the war."
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
I am
The sock you find in your sweater
The tape ripping the paint off
the wall
The hair on your lip gloss
That dress with those tights
The barnacles on the ship surviving
the toughest gale.
I cling.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
My favorite space
Is the rift between
My sleep and yours.
While you all dream
I conquer the world,
Exploring new places.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
This burden
This overwhelming weight
From 9.8 to 1,008
Another failure
Another empty night
Will I ever get it right?
But there you are
Like the warm rays of sunlight
Like waking from a restful night
I see that it'll all be alright.
Your unconditional love,
Your overwhelming grace
I can see it in your face.
You are my Abba,
You look from above
And say, "You'll always be my love."
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
My body, when we are close,
instinctively pulls in closer
Like I am a star
And he is my binary twin.
Forever orbiting each other,
Pulled in by gravity
But never quite touching.
Because soon to follow
Would be utter
Destruction.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
His eyes when they meet mine
Share a quick exchange of words
That can only be interpreted
By souls that bared all
Souls that shared all
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
There they are.
Waiting for the master puzzle-maker
To push them a little closer
Toward that "just-right" fit.
Soft, gentle curves
Filling right into the void of the one meant to connect.
Sharp angles
When put together make the perfect straight angle.
Corner pieces
Smooth on the outside,
But just as intricate on the inside as
The pieces that they match.
Then there's those center pieces
They've got so many empty spaces
It takes at least 4 others
to perfect.
These pieces,
when put together,
Make a beautiful
masterpiece
But my soul
Seems to be
misplaced from another puzzle.
Sharp corners
Don't fit another.
Missing spaces
That were once filled.
Now these gentle, sloping curves
Are sometimes pushed against another
In hopes that they will fit
In hopes of that "just-right" fit.
But once the puzzle is finished
Once the others have been made complete
It'll be quite obvious.
This piece will remain
beautifully
incomplete.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
"How are you?"
I'm
A little tired
Anxious about things coming up
Glad to see you
Wondering if you're judging my ****** expression
Grateful to be at work
Missing somebody
Loving lots of somebodies
Worried I'll trip as I look up to make eye contact
"Good, and you?"
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC