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1.0k · Jul 2020
Articulate
Just Grace Jul 2020
The texture of
My lips

Slur the notes
That drape my hips

Staccato
Across my midline

Crescendo
Look for us
706 · Aug 2020
Complex
Just Grace Aug 2020
take sips sip sips
tumble down the flowers
bundled in white towels at
my rose hips
from raised graves
velvet hearse
sandstone paves
push away stones along way

soothe
change patterns
surprise
break the consonance
act-like defiance
it's harder than we thought
hurry
get back to the tower
don't choke on the powder
before I get there

complex lush
doesn't need any soldiers
off horse, of course
only I reside in these gardens
part my own lawns to my great gates
a dosed beast waits
and I must return
556 · Jul 2020
Prism
Just Grace Jul 2020
I’ll let you be my prism
I’ll be your muse
Don’t you ever forget
I’ll always love you

I don’t know why they say
“Be careful, they are just words”
What if
Words are all I want from you
Master of mined legends
In this time and place we can no longer be close
I am happy in the company
Of such beautiful words

Vibrantly hazy
lazy
soothingly distructive
source
The inner one
Leaving traces are the best ways
to find your way home
Just Grace Jul 2020
I know you know real pain
I know this will not make you cry
I know in the end, you will not see me

And I will never get to hold you
as the child you never got to be
Nor will I ever really be the goddess  
as a mother I feel destined to become
in your presence
358 · Oct 2020
The Wave
Just Grace Oct 2020
I’d like to think that your ways
are the air, the winds.
I am the water you can move, and carry mists of me with you,
though brief and fleeting
effervescent,
though you can’t see me there sometimes,
I am felt in you. I am breathed through you.
When you’re heavy with me, you are the fog.
When I’m heavy with you, I am the breaks of surf
smeared out on the sands.
Sometimes
we make a rip curl,
burrowing under me
by some unearthly gravitational force.
I swell and mix with you.
We fight for the top till
we must fall over the apex
and break over the earth,
crashing down
again and again.
Until there is no more moon
there is no separating us,
as much as they try.
The sea of our stories
will be played in by the ages
of Children and their children.
From our ritual they may find sanctuary
So long as our ritual exists
355 · Jul 2020
Chosen
Just Grace Jul 2020
Read to me
the story of the sun
and how our first lovers
were the stars

Your mind beams penetrate me
radiate my cells
pump my blood

I'd swim in my hair
like you do

Some melodies
don’t need a literal space, you see
world traveler,
you don’t know this place

I like that
you can’t give me an animal
intercepted patterns
trim
unchartered moments
primally coded
in me and you
Don’t be afraid
Whatever happens
it’s only Love
332 · Jul 2020
Niche
Just Grace Jul 2020
I like that
I’m no longer a fantasy
in someone else’s eyes
Not a niche
last item to tick
On an oppressive
obsessive
list of things to conquer

Instead I am primal
But not of any known animal
Not untamed
But a wild refinement
Refracted
As a spectrum
Melded as a prism
Not just a lens 

AI
artificial insemination
versus
artful intention
When death is mainstream
procreation
is a fetish
305 · Nov 2020
Loud Silences
Just Grace Nov 2020
They said

her tongue is too big
for a pretty little mouth like that

They wanted to cut it
as if it will give me more freedom
Change my mind
Liberate my sleep

Then they said
tape your mouth shut
Rip it from your lips then
remember that sting every morning when you wake
Build up that grainy residue
So that no amount of scrubbing away will change anything

That raspy, hazy din of voice–
It’s not mine anymore when you let it invade your comfort

Whose grating is it then

when I bend and it works
Your move
then it just doesn’t?

I’ll rest in my autumn warmth
wait for the drowning of winter
then after
I will warn you of Spring
286 · Jul 2020
Riff
Just Grace Jul 2020
Tinkered lullaby
Pastel my waking life
Love notes, in melodies
Score my nights
Loop endlessly
Delicate feathers
Primal heartbeats
Serenade me into insanity  

You set the tempo
I lay the drums
You do that bittersweet color
My voice will ache, though
Catch it, mood-layer
Send it
Repeat, player

Green room,  your living room
Headphones, lie on the floor
Give me your most beautiful dystopia
Inspire me, please show me more

I can’t see you, so join me in the liminal place
Melancholy, ache
Love me through the waves
Plush vibration, touch my face
Float me through your dream
Whichever path it paves

When it crests over
Your eyes are the conductor
Make my skin reach, my body rise
with the orchestra swells
We haunt and torture
Layer upon layer
I’ll never truly sleep

Drift
I'll look for you
You'll look for me
Then I hope we land.
222 · Jul 2020
Hollow
Just Grace Jul 2020
Hollow
Doesn’t have to be a bad word
Hollow
Doesn’t have to mean “empty”
And “missing”

When I listen
It means there is a container
Wrapped tight
And taut in something warm
The hide of a once wild
and free animal
is now a fate reverberated
as another passionate, wild being
Strikes it
Sparks the potential aflame
Into a sprout of a heartbeat

Or it is
The fog
Once aimless and reaching
Until it finds a lighthouse
Its beam also reaching for it
So when light strikes the micro droplets
Each effervescent molecule
Is lit in the turn of the path
In each passing round
An orchestra plays

That is the word
“Hollow”
To me
219 · Sep 2020
Nightshade Soup
Just Grace Sep 2020
I felt it then
like I feel it now

There was a dead end sign
at that moment I peered into our future

We tried to give space
Then that choice was taken away
One more chance to prove we can survive
locked down together

So we took my family land
We tilled that soil
Built distractions
Illusions and dreams

The peppers and tomatoes
that I now harvest
I prepare them alone
The nightshades
the itch
now taint my tears
and pink-stain my cheeks
where they have streamed
189 · Oct 2020
Autumn Morning Message
Just Grace Oct 2020
I rise
I feel
I am perseverant
I am not alone
I am fertile with potential
I seek and engage
I love
I respect my body
I respect my health
I do this so I can serve the best way I can
I let go
I understand the present
I let myself hurt so I can let myself grow
I breathe
I let it all be
and so it all is
152 · Jul 2020
Brave
Just Grace Jul 2020
There is a level of pain
that comes with shame
that I never knew before

I wish there was a way
to let all the good potential
love without fear

We are lost
if we are not brave
109 · Oct 2020
Unrequited
Just Grace Oct 2020
All my desires
They saturate me like
A towel wrung out too many times
drowning in unknown "solutions"
My heart twisted limp to the point where
The water just flows over me

It tells me that
What’s left to do is the ***** work
The clean up
The kind that might even leave
An even bigger mess

Unless
there is hope that
With a shrug and a smug grin
and a passionate rage
Someone is brave enough to tear
this place of pain down
tear through the house of empty dreams
and lofty, stubborn hopes

— The End —