Hi, I'm
little girl, you're a dreamt dancer, a once hopefully ballerina, in a music box that was built at an early age.
bigger life will be reflected back to you, but not for you.
This is my wife,
This is my mother,
young woman, why are you here?
why did you let them do this to you?
I call her Honey.
We call her Mom.
"no, wait, I'm
know me
remember who I am/was," you say.
Honey! Where is...
Mom! Can you...
, far from the path now.
a maze of thorns and always sickening surprises.
must get the dose right, must make sure the carb count is right, must check that the blood sugar is right for the son who can't do it himself.
life's toss of a coin, suspiciously rigged perhaps? superstition? i don't know, but you're cornered, back to the wall, no railing.
must do all the paper work, must support all of his dreams, must do all of the planning, mustn't have time for yourself, your life.
must continue.
HONey! I need you to...
Mom! Look at...
where have you gone, dreamt dancer?
oh, to the Graveyard.
inside the mind where wild thoughts and hopes and adventure go to pass.
no support, only frayed webbing leading to nowhere, or to venom, sister, brother, "friend".
only you now. and me I guess. unwilling, but an understanding therapist. an angry observer and a tired voice. the daughter to the mother.
Well, what the **** do you want me to do, HONEY!
Mom! Come here!
you're tired, I know. painful sleep and long nights dedicated to other people along with your mind. your body, your bones are load bearing. it's an incalculable weight when caring for others.
Insert Your Name Here:
HONEY! HONEY! HONEY!
I don't know, HONEY! HONEY!
Mom! Mom! Mom!
Hey, Mom!
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
The lilt of silence
exists within a room
a ceiling high and warm
the sound is rounded
as it lays longingly on the window sill
where the dust settles and the day joins in
it is dull and worn like soft leather
And when crammed into a closet
arms length and abrupt
it falls short of being anything more than
a breath
But when silence is allowed to spread
over gentle bodies
and soak deep into the wood
life feels timeless and free
in the lilt of silence
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
why do i build my houses out of leaves
each house for each Name
i stand them up, fingers coaxing them, willing them to stay
knowing full well that even the sunlight weighs too heavy
but i stack one on top of the other, a skyscraper of myself
hoping it'll be different this time as it sways, a sickening motion
a drop of rain causes the rooves to collapse as i struggle to keep so many of them up with my palms, using my spine load-bearing
they are stable, my fingers braced against the walls, my feet digging into the mud, my back arched and twisted, and i tell myself it's worth it
the large storm finally grays the skies and my houses are rustling at the pressure and i rearrange it all to cover them, godless prayers
lightning crackles and burns through the clouds to impact the ground
and i can't stop it
my houses begin to flutter apart like frightened birds as i try to grasp at them with damaged hands but i miss
a flash of bright white, the sun devouring the earth, and a splitting snap of wood and facade
a tree motions towards me and my pile of scattered leaves
but the mud is to my knees and my hands are clambering at fistfuls and my eyes are wide as it gets closer
And I find out nothing you said ever meant anything at all.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
I just
want to say
**** You.
Seven years
and it all boils down to this
no more talking
except for scheduled days
"keep your life to yourself"
because I'm done with you
and "it's not her, it's me"
"truly"
Except I know
we both know
you're lying
and you are weak
for folding
I guess I should have known
that when you're the sun
my eyes would be blinded by you
I didn't feel the heat until the end
and now
and
now...
But
I didn't think it would be
on purpose
and now here I am
the wound on my back, seeping
And I am burnt
The End.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
I could watch the trees
every waking hour
But in the evening
when the smell of lilacs drift around me
When the spring air kisses
one if the many green fingers of an oak
And the light, filtered and plush, lingers
Begging to stay
Just a few more moments
is my favorite
I am moved
by these Last Moments
because soon the light will be gone
and the dark will fill every curve and every edge
because it will never be the same way
again
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
I want to fall into someone's arms
it doesn't have to be love
anymore than it has to be an explosion of glinting stars
Just unfiltered, momentary affection
like sunshine breaking through a storm
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
why do you leave me on
the very e
d
g
e
teetering on nothing
but maybes and daydreams
silence and conversation
why isn't it just a yes or no
what do you want from me
aside from company
in the hours where you're alone
and lonely
a stand in for your boredom
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
The snowflakes
they taught me
that something so
blindingly soft
can set delicate skin alight
Causing scorched red fingertips
I set my hands on fire as I bury them
A white inferno
Because memories
these memories
are screaming at me
A cauldron of tender moments and anguished faces and plans that have yet to be fulfilled, and never will be, and brusing and dying dreams and brilliant words laced with tired tones
And I wish I could burn them, the memories, like photographs
In a blaze, they'd all disappear
nothing but smoke, a warm whisper, of something forgotten
But the snowflakes
they taught me
the pain is only present
when I stick my hands in too deep
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
it doesn't have to always be me
but it will always be you
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Love feels like
Sitting in the passenger's seat
while your favorite song floats out of the speakers
and They're driving with one hand on the wheel and the other
clamped delicately on your leg
and the night has set in
and the lights are fully in bloom
and the heat of the day mingles with your breath
because the windows are down
and you turn the radio up
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC