#braid
The hair tie buried itself in my hair
like it knew I wouldn’t fight hard enough.
I pulled at it,
but the strands only tightened-
a quiet knot I couldn’t undo.
The brush waited.
I couldn’t lift it.
So I went to my mother crying,
head bowed like a child
who lost something small
but felt it break something bigger.
She didn’t ask.
She freed the knot,
brushed my hair slowly,
washed it,
blew it dry in warm quiet.
Then she braided it
the way she did
when I was five.
Her hands knew
I’m not five.
I could do it myself.
If my mind
would let me.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:47 PM UTC
Our lives are entangled
Woven together like
The strands in my braid
One week we all meet
In the middle of summer
This one was different
With cereal jokes and
Hot tubs and hair ties
But I bet
You’re with her now
She’s in your hoodie
And you pull her in close
Something cold
Crawls out of me using
My ribs as a latter
It sprouts from my mouth
And wraps me in shrouds
So I take out my braid
For it was never meant to stay
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC
braided by burdens
hidden from the wandering sun
my cage was bronze, my voice frozen
only could stretch once i was
unbolted, unjolted, of all these poisons
soaking into my psyche at every moment
altering the shade of joy, door left open
reruns from the demons, another opponent
the drink so potent, my ego stolen
a wordy poet silenced to biological atonement
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 3:04 PM UTC
crystal trysts
souls collide
intertwining
making something beautiful
golden thread
braiding hair
hands run through
curly
in the night
sleep
"but i'm not tired"
wanting to hold you
when i can't sleep
crystal trysts
hide with you
in a bed of flowers
hands on my skin
lips on mine
suns set
letting forth night
holding the moon
in your eyes.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
The start (of) /
a braid or a rope /
is nothing (at the beginning of this) /
it is only the idea stemming /
from a sapling or a seed to become /
a tree /
reality /
what we touch, see, and wish to be /
Ancient beings can feel how they are not free /
I notice this is my mother’s face /
as I lead her to the restroom /
so near, too far for her /
the years count with her /
the (counted) years count the steps to the toilet /
and consider just holding it /
because the pain of walking so clearly outweighs /
the pain of holding your *** after birthing 3 children /
one of them dead /
okay, birthing two children /
I was cut from my mother /
Regardless, /
maybe if you cut out the lungs /
things would cease to be /
chaotic like the outreach /
reaching out a hand /
praying she’ll find me /
because I’ve gone too far and can’t rewind //////
maybe if you remove my lungs…. /
I could stop focusing on my breathing /
give you all of my love /
show you I am not worthy /
of that admiration leaking from your ears //////
don’t be jealous of me
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
I hardly have any time
its so scarce that now
I've cut corners
Like over-thinking
and just like that
I love myself
so much more
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
Inside the drainage basin
Bounding my soul
Fluid dynamics
Condense
Phases of water
Gather in the
Mountain towers
Over time
Gravity plus precipitation
Converts
Into snow pack
Come spring
That snow pack
Braids it's way down the mountain
Co-mingling with groundwater
Bubbling up in springs
Gathering momentum
In mountain streams
A constant conversion from
Potential to kinematic
Energy
Streams make their
Way into prairie rivers
Meandering along
Through riparian pockets
Of biodiversity
Reaching a levee
Then breaching
Local, national, and international boundaries
Are no match
As my soul
Finds it's way to base level
In the ocean of your love
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
It says you were active 12 minutes ago
Even though you've been dead for twelve years
It was probably your cousin, you took over your page a few days after your passing
She turned it into a sort of yearbook, just for you
I wish you could see it
I always get my hopes up when I see that little green do appear on the screen
But it's never you
It hasn't been you in so long
It feels like just yesterday, you were by my side
Smiling and laughing and braiding your sister's hair
She hasn't worn a braid since you left
She says that nobody else can do it half as well as you did
We all miss you darling
I wish you'd come back
Even though I know you can't
You're still alive in my dreams though
And you'll always have your place in my heart
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC