Dance is everything, and it is evergreen.
These movements are the passage
to your mind,
your innermost loves and hates.
You are betrayed by movement,
by dance.
So seductive, so yielding, yet hours
and hours
are necessary to make it
truly yours.
Only after breaking pointe shoes,
only after pulling your world apart,
your body apart
for the right line of your arms.
Only then, when you see your own shadow
moving like water,
then you will know, that dance is
music made visible.
It is all your ninety-nine words for god.
It is evergreen, and it has
survived stronger people than you.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Upwards, eagles rule the skies
when she was sixteen,
she said that she would never leave
and at eighteen she couldn't wait to go.
and I will paint your face on canvas
with muted tones and fine tooth combs.
and I will write poetry about you.
and in one hundred years,
when you ask me, why
it is because when I was fourteen,
everything changed,
and upwards eagles rule the skies.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
I know, I know,
but baby, you make my toes curl.
It's too hot in this room,
and it's too late in time
for dinner.
So just let me call you,
Let me put my hands on your chest.
Kiss my neck again.
Just this once,
and maybe once again.
You did once,
whisper in my ear, that I was divine
and I still am,
still waiting for you.
Can I tempt you?
Come on, come back,
to up against the living room wall.
Kiss my lips 'till
you no longer can.
One last time.
I know, I know
that you think it's a bad idea, but...
does this feel bad
to you? I am
your weakness.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
If I tell you a secret,
will you hold your tongue?
Hold it, like you hold your child,
a close and loving embrace.
You should love your tongue,
for it lets you speak.
Your tongue, is how you speak your mind,
and through your mind you speak the truth,
and there is nothing more beautiful
than the truth.
But there will be people who
won't want you to reveal the reality.
They might tell you to hold
you tongue.
But you were born to speak.
Love you tongue,
your right to shout from rooftops.
Love it, but don't you dare
restrain it.
Hold it for tact, but if injustice
requires you to zip it
so it can continue.
Don't you dare,
push it out through your teeth
to make a sound,
a scream.
Love your tongue,
but know, that it has to move.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
When I meet him again,
when I rush into his arms,
I'll whisper in,
his ear.
Not that I love him,
although it may be true,
it wouldn't carry,
weight.
Not that I missed him,
I did, everyday,
but he already
knows.
Not that I will always be there,
by his side, I will stay,
but that is granted
given.
I will say to his soul,
"I know you."
He might turn, and ask
is that really
true?
Not a doubt,
I know him, better,
than he knows
himself.
Surer than,
the
day
is long.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Peace calls me,
so goodnight, fears
I once had.
I will sleep easy tonight.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
In a room, full of all the people
I never really liked.
Empty hearts,
crowded minds.
The voices are louder,
I can hear them eating.
I move outside, to the air,
a cigarette, all to myself.
But they're out here too,
pretending that they love each other.
If only they could hear,
see, themselves, as I can.
Maybe, they'd end drunken,
fumbles in the dark.
Take back those 'I'm not a
racist but..' sentences.
But they're too lost in crisps
piled like mountains.
And tales of other stupid people
doing more stupid things.
And their empty hearts,
compete,
with their crowded minds.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
I never,
never,
meant to hurt you,
and then the door
slammed shut
behind you.
How the Sun and Moon,
have spent so long
together,
keeping their rhythm,
Without ever screaming,
or shouting.
Water runs over stone,
it refines,
fluid, burbling brooks
run over
and never does the age old rock
refuse to be perfected.
She dances,
endlessly, outside
of time, parallel to us,
and he watches,
adoring gaze,
never bored of how she moves.
And I marvel
at that, complete love,
but I do not envy,
for we might scream and shout,
and slam doors,
but the light
at the end
of the tunnel
will always be you,
and it's not exactly functional
but it's there.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
*Ice-cream on the beach
A drop of rain on my arm -
Must eat it quickly.*
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
So when they ask me
what I will do
with my life
I will say
that I
will
Dance
Dance until the sky turns red,
and then I will dance some more.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC