often i look down at myself,
my body,
and ask myself what have i done to it?
these feet,
used to nakedly wander through grass,
roll wobbly on blades,
kick carelessly in water.
now,
they sink into quicksand.
these legs,
used to run for infinity,
swing into clean air,
lounge across chair arms.
now,
they are streaked pale.
this stomach,
used to tremble with light,
dance in the sun,
lie flat.
now,
it dips in hills and valleys.
these arms,
used to lace through trees,
hang heavily on bars,
hold my body.
now,
they recoil.
these hands,
used to form art with fire,
write to remember,
caress plant buds.
now,
they pick at petals.
this body.
now,
stained with regret.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
a misguided symphony
forging its way
to the rest-
less form which writhes
and shifts
in cotton sheets
of yester-
day
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
i remember how you were
reaching out,
trying to grasp rays of the sun
desperate for a searching light
to glisten in your darkness
too late,
for the sun had set in
hills and valleys
waiting for morning
to be born
again
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
pardon my inadequacy,
i'm always two steps behind
or a mile ahead,
and yet i find myself drifting
along the sea of people,
catching parts of lost souls
and blurring corners of conversation
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
please don't escape
i want you here
living, breathing,
existing
you are alive,
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
because if you can tell me who i am
with arrangements of 26 letters,
maybe i can call my body home
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
her voice
tripped over cobble stones
drifted through waves
her voice
echoed in empty rooms
cracked through walls
her voice,
stays knotted in her throat
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
you are not the reason
i cannot feel comfort
amongst people
how can i begin to explain
the deep unsettling discomfort
waiting to erupt from under my skin
when i am among you
i am in the between
neither here or there
i think about things
things that hold me back
things i can't set free
i'm not letting you see me
because i am living
uncomfortably in my own skin
so if shutting myself out
will save you of discomfort,
so be it
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC