Go ahead,
paint me in some
undesirable hue, some
small section of the spectrum
left for monsters and
lesser men
I'll wear it;
gloss me over with
your seal of disapproval,
so Time can't tarnish
this image you've
contrived
Frame your guise
of me for all the
world to see;
high on the wall,
adorned in
the trappings
of beasts,
incapable of growth
- unruly -
Consider, though,
that this screen
~wispy smoke~
which you press upon me
may be better served
shiny,
a platter for your indignation
to be feasted upon when your
hunger for ridicule can
no longer be abstained
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
Certainly, 'twas not too meager,
maybe, though, I did indulge
Veins and valves and ventricles did
stretch the length of both my arms
Yearning for the final dance, yet
jilted; waltz alone again
Strings of steel made taut - abandon -
deafen music 'neath my breast
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
There once was a girl of impossible notions
who dreamt of her fair, loving Prince.
He wasn't a Prince, she'd dreamt
it all wrong,
he was
there
to
scatter the pieces.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC
I wonder now how
often I’ve dreamt
something
-so real-
that I made it
a memory after I
awoke and forever held
firm to this
conviction
the person
who never
did
it
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:19 PM UTC
trying to fill a net with water
left loving someone's daughter
until you don't and you're alone
you know
when you know
freezing
now just quiet
what was my favorite season
you gave it back in pieces
I gave you my whole heart
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC
Butterflies in December
no that's not how I remember
oh how they dance
like they don't know
the cold is coming home
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
A
gust of
wind blows
fog off the trees and
for a second it looks like
rain
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 5:10 PM UTC
Another quiet night -
swirling walls taking me for a ride.
Round and round we go,
never changing where we are,
a point in time pinned to the floor.
Axis running through my heart
won't let me move from this spot,
and now I know just what they meant
when they said
Love's the only thing that can
fill you up.
Wheels are spinning in their places
in my muddy mind,
and I am sweating all my stresses
out into this bed
that I am lying in;
I am lying again to and by
myself.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
Though stick and stone
may crack the bone,
strong words doth pierce the soul.
Though bones may mend,
tis sadder then,
hearts ache to ages old.
Though flesh shall heal,
grow deeper still
such lashes whipped from tongues;
though brushed like ash
from flinching eyes,
burns deep the pain unsung.
With calloused hands,
hourglass sands
should tumble to their place;
no help from Time
casts hurt aside -
the unforgotten face.
Burdens below,
still on it grows,
the dark that hides inside;
no one shall know,
I'll never show,
this broken heart of mine.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
Wear your Weird.
Pin it firmly and with fortitude
upon the chest that guards
your buried heart.
A bandage of honor
heals proudly the wounds from
being vulnerable,
a blue ribbon for winning
first place
in the race
to become yourself.
Wear your Weird.
Wear it brightly and boldly
but not lightly,
for it is you.
Let it shine;
illuminate the corners of you
swept away
and forgotten
in the cobwebs,
understanding that,
though less than desirable at times,
these dusty shadows of you
contribute
to the whole
such as a thorn
contributes
to the bush.
Wear your weird
undeniably, palpably,
sitting forefront
in the display
that is
You,
not for sale,
not for bargains
and trades,
but for gathering
and
contributing yourself
to the whole that is human.
Wear your weird
like a bow tie on a suit of armor,
tarnished from Time,
battered from battle,
but never wavering in duties
of keeping you intact.
Wear your weird
like a bird on flighted wings,
like a flower crowns herself Queen
in petals of crimson
and bruises -
ruler of one,
herself.
Wear it as the sky dons the stars,
all but one
coming out at night to play.
Wear your weird
everyday
like you’re engaged
to life,
set to venture the years
together,
your weird and you,
the same.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC