She's lonely, but she seems happy
She's tired, but she moves forward
She's down, but she doesn't drown
She's hopeless, but she's not careless
They say she's pretty,
but she feels ugly
They say she's smart,
but she feels dumb
They say she's talented,
but she feels incompetent
They say she's strong,
but she feels weak
*She has no one, but she ain't gone
And that she,*
Is me.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(*oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes*)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
and love
and love
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
somedays I wish that we still talked
days pass by without a word from you
I see you, but you don't see me
your eyes runaway whenever I look into yours
is it because mine are red
is it because you don't want to be read
sometimes my words grow legs and jump out of my mouth before you complete your sentence
I'm sorry,
I see your shadows in the sky
I'm behind my time
I think my peers think I'm lame
but they wouldn't say it to my face
nobody wants to talk to me about feelings
nobody wants me to be the keeper of their secrets
secret meetings about the secrets that don't know me
I wish I could be your milk and honey
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
trying to sleep in hopes of dreaming,
craving to dream of the thought,
that thought of thinking of the thought of self believing and self healing,
my heart be bleeding with every beating,
eating up the feelings of feeling depressed and depleted,
life is heated in hell at least that's how I felt
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
grey cotton candy
fills the skies
the blue hues
in the rain drops
fill me from within
tainting my mood,
now I just want stare
at the moon
I'm a sad man
filled with madness,
I melt from the light
exposing my darkness
or exposing where
my light stems from
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC