but i am a tree;
and despite it all,
my root will find a way

As a child,
I used to
fall down
a lot,
walking from
classroom
through
classroom,
getting
out the car,  
at my home,
at the airport,
at my dad's
but
everything
seemed
to fall apart
there
so I didn't
give it
A second
thought,

it was
like
my coordination
was obsessed
with gravity,
my skin happy
to be feeling
someone's else's
embrace,
even if it opened
little waterfalls
that smelled
like pennies,
people started
calling me
an attention
seeker,
I was, I am.

i still didn't
understand
why my body
was clearly
tormenting me,
I felt like
I was caged,
and I didn't
have any
control over
what hurts me,
only the words
that come after.

should I try
to make them
laugh?

should I
cry at this
wound that's
clearly painful?

should I
make a
run for it?

no,
that'll give
gravity
another chance
to caress my
skin and drink
from the fountain
Of youth,

I'm not
proud of it,
of falling,
of being riddled
with an endless
love between
my knees
and the swift
but stinging
pain alcohol
has brought
into the mix.

Falling is such
a profound
word that
I didn't know
I was falling
in love
with you
until your
arms cushioned
my fall

and from
then on
I knew
falling
wasn't
a curse.

I’m lost in the ever changing,
A cycle of life that everyone
Seems to go through eventually,

I stopped at the tracks too early,
And have been shown the harsh
Reality just before the curtains closes,

I’m left in the dark,
With too much time to think,
With too much life to live,

It has been so long the shadows
Are starting to move in between
The non existent and below my feet,

Leaving paper trails of horrid things,
Love poems, books written by people
Who share a sentiment, and cigarette buds

That change with how much money
I have in my pockets, I wish they
Would start a conversation,

Scare me off my chair and linger
Too long upon my shoulders,
I’m in dire need of a friend,

Maybe a foe, a reason to keep
Going, to claw myself out
And find myself sunbathing

Across blue skies, sky gaze at
The stars that were once gods,
Enjoy a sip of whatever is available,

Because it doesn’t matter,
It never has mattered.

I’ve been
caught
in the rain,
near a field
of Indian
blankets
that runs by
a river caused
by the
precipitation,
the moon
drowns
underneath
the currents,
I can hear
her bubbled
screams as
the water
sweeps
the ground
with
an anger
of a
thousand
and the
attitude of
a tired mother
that just
got back
home to
see the
dishes
haven’t
been done,
and the
chicken
hasn’t
been
brought
down
from
the freezer,
so Tired
of the
baggy
eyes,
I’m
thinking
I should
jump,
and
help out
for once.