#roughdraft
I opened the cabinet where all the plates were.
They were all the same color and shape
with the same cracks and chipped paint.
One by one I threw them all onto the ground
until they shattered into oblivion.
I gathered some of the scraps and cradled them like a baby,
glued some back together,
and I told them it was going to be okay,
that I had been crushed by the foot of a giant too.
But when I woke up,
there were no plates.
Or bowls, or cups, or forks, or spoons.
So, I dug a hole in my bed and sank into it, deeply,
landing in the grass, sprinkled with dew.
No twinkle of stars, no sunshine or snow,
no bird wings flapping or croaking frogs,
or busy highways or empty neighborhood streets.
A bitter-sweet orange lay next to my arm.
It was bruised too, and a little soft.
I dug my nails into its stomach and clawed its insides out
and devoured it monstrously and unforgivingly.
But then I remembered the plates.
My shadow was leaning against the house with them inside.
Did they belong there? In that cabinet all these years?
But when I woke up,
I was in my bed
And the plates were downstairs,
in the cabinet,
where they belonged.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Into the universe we place our trust.
Closing our eyes, holding each others hands and falling backwards into us.
Flowing through the milky way,
unbothered and bathing in love...
All of this happening so quickly just from one simple touch.
A sacred act...
An electric attack that crept up our spines.
Bonded through water and air sealed you and I for all of time.
A trust fall into the universe, we're flowing now...
Using our minds more than our mouths.
Getting in touch through telepathy,
even now I know you're hearing me...
I had no time for love,
and you had no time for men.
After one laid his hands on you and you said you'd never place your faith in any again.
But the universe laughed cuz it had other plans
and it's that exact energy that placed you right where I am.
And here we are easily swimming through stars and oh how I wish I could slow it all down...
A love story for the angels to marvel developed at the speed of light,
so beautiful and so profound.
I write into existence stories that'll last until the end of time.
Speaking of someone and no one, causing confusion in the minds of those who find it hard to enter into mine.
It's all about energy and I try vibrating high, so that I bring to life just what I write upon these lines.
The co-creator of my own life, diving deep into my pool of imagination just to keep my world a little more colorful and bright.
So I closed my eyes and wrote exactly what I seen inside.
A love story about someone and no one, all at the same time.
And what's left are crumpled up papers and rough drafts of deleted scenes...
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
We are much too young
To worry this much
About life
All that we have to offer
We carry around
In a suitcase
The size of a plum
Yet we worry
We will never be
Good enough
For them
The Gods who control us
Puppeteers in balcony seats
We are just passengers
In this brief carasoul
Of a lifetime
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Don't you feel bad for Grendel,
His mind is poisoned by the devil.
He is just a lost boy in a harsh world against him.
Voices in his head push towards the brim
He hates the world that he roams alone.
The Dragons charm; his flesh hard as stone.
The Shaper's voice; his head is aching
Wealthoew's beauty; his heart is breaking
Grendel's anger seals his fate
Fatal madness will not abate
His demise is in the mead hall.
He dies from accident; So may you all....
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
When my grandfather passed I found a butterfly
Yellow and small hovering around my shoulders, lightly kissing my cheeks with every flutter
I walked five feet, then ten. Bidding farewell to my new friend.
And yet, the friend followed me no matter how far I strayed
And so I returned home to my mother, the yellow butterfly following behind
Then her eyes widened with shock, and, a touch of happiness
Her smile turned bittersweet as she pulled me into her arms
'Look dear,' she said, pointing at my new friend.
'There's your grandfather, he's come to visit.' She reached out with her fingers and the butterfly settled on them.
'How could that be grandpapa, Mama?' I asked, curious as ever.
'When a loved one passes, their spirit visit us in the form of butterflies.'
Twenty years since. butterflies have followed my every step.
I've begun to wonder if they announce the passing of a loved one or prepare me for my own
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
I want to write.
I want to create.
But I rarely feel like I can.
I want my words to mean something.
I want them to be heard to the volume I expressed them at.
I want them to explode minds.
I want them to carry emotions.
I want what I create to be beautiful in a personal interpretational way.
I want them to educate.
I want less to be more.
I want them to make people feel.
...
Isn't selfish of I to hold back myself because I may not get what I want?
...
Isn't selfish of I to hold back one's voice because I may not get what I want?
...
Isn't unfair to my soul to tell it no because I may not get what I want?
...
Isn't cruel of I to bury my desires because I may not get what I want?
...
Is it not foolish of I to be thinking: I want, I want, I want...
when God has given me: You can, you can, you can.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
come get yours
while i;m drowning in this fixture
take your time in the half-life
the pills that pose a purpose
postulate your position
poison to this far too precious heart-
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
You little **** Who gave you the right to decide that for me? I am my own person, if you don't like my choices then leave. Talk to me and we'll figure something out, that's how easy it'd be. If you would help me out, rather than call me out, sobriety would be an easier goal to achieve. But no, you shout and you shout, telling me I've done wrong. Commanding me to change rather than asking how to help me stop... You don't know half of the things I've seen and I've done. What happened to me to make me want to replace the missing pieces. The dark parts of my childhood, how I became a woman at the age of eight. How my step father touched me in that place. That place no little girl should have touched at that age. How dealing with high expectations that I know I cannot meet, not because I don't want to, but because my disability ties down my hands and feet. Feeling trapped by what happened to me. Living with that monster, pretending it's all okay. Controlling all my flashbacks and panic attacks. Pretending to be strong for five younger siblings who look up to me. Setting a perfect example, wearing myself down, ripping myself apart to satisfy everyone's needs. Trying my hardest to keep everyone around me happy because I know what it's like to hate yourself so much your pores ooze self doubt and insecurities. So sorry I drink and smoke **** and I don't meet your religious needs. Just let me finish this last cigarette please.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Her flawless porcelain skin.
Covered in the splattered blood of the world.
Oh, how marvelous her eyes!
I will always hold them dear to my heart.
I hear the slight whimper and cry
Of the fresh flesh exposed to the cold air.
Don't worry little one.
You will be home soon.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
I don't want a Hollywood love.
I don't want a hot pink, blazing hot love.
I want my love to be cotton briefs.
I want my love to cradle that which I hold dear.
I want my love to be gentle and soft,
But only I can feel it.
You don't share your underpants
As such I don't share my love. It is only mine.
I want my love to make others feel uncomfortable when I talk about it. Because the more I rant on, the more they realize that while sometimes it sounds constricting, it keeps you all together when you need to move.
I want my love to be marked with my last name.
To have and to hold forever.
Because I know that my love will be with me
Through all the **** all the ******* and every last bit of life.
Even if my love rides up every once in a while
I know that it's just trying it's best. And I love my love for that.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Shattered...
Is me.
Always so afraid to move that I get lost in the waves.
I'm made of glass but no one cares.
Oceans overflow from me.
Spilling out so disgustingly.
Any dignity I had has washed away completely.
Am I so stupid that I forgot how to swim?
Tears won't stop.
This sadness is overwhelming and I just can't reach the shore.
My tears are an ocean.
Held in so long that it swells,
So consuming is sadness.
I wish I could just drown.
It's always a struggle.
Tears fall without my permission,
Into an ocean that could maybe help me vanish.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Your lips; felt like a dream. Your eyes; a hue I had never seen. Your touch; felt perfect. If falling in love was a crime, pleases read my verdict. Throw me into your prison, I deserve it. Throw away the key, after you close it.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
The creaking and creeping sounds of the old, rotting house, hang in the background. The aged, hardwood floors; snap, crackle, and pop under the weight of my footsteps. The scent of burnt; cinnamon scented burnt candle wax, slighted tainted by the stench of cheap cigarette smoke lingers throughout the room spilling into the hallway.
The broken ceiling fan humming, as it rocks back and forth as if it will soon fall off of its axle.
The cigarette; still lite, hanging on the edge of the ash tray – smoke trails floating up towards the window, escaping as it’s pulled out of the window, dissipating off into the dark, cool, midnight air.
The alarming sounds of alley cats fighting; shrieks and high-pitch screams echo off in the distance. The loud hissing and screams suggest two cats, within close proximity to house, furiously fighting over freshly picked dinner scarps.
All starch in comparison to your disposition.
You wept that night, the tears pouring from your eyes, spilling into your tissue boxed; tucked closely beside you. Lip stick smeared To be Continued
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC