#sew
A small piece of satin,
Held by single thread and pin.
To divest myself of it would be
To undo what has been.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Sewn, rough hewn
Tis’ how I present to you.
Betwixt my sutured surface
Of those whom I knew once,
Lies but the tiniest sliver of me.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
Look, I smashed them all together!
Look, I tore it all to tatters!
Look, I sewed it all back together!
Look, I wasn't familiar with the formula.
Look, I didn't understand the directions.
Look, I lost the thread all connecting.
Look, look!
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
My grandmother sticks sewing pins in the walls
Sharp, invisible pins with the bulbs sticking out
She claims they moved there by themselves
True, I’ve never seen her do it-
But there’re needles in the floor
Tiny, sinister needles with the smallest eyes
She says she doesn’t mind them
Slides on her black slippers
And she walks
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
so i’ll grab my needle and thread and start mending my heart back
together
but i’ll leave some strands loose in case you decide to come back
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
Now is not a time for growth. Now is the time for regeneration. For preparation of that growth. For now, let us sleep as the earth sleeps. Conduct that inner work, build your inner world, sew the seeds so that you can watch your world bloom in the spring
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
When you kiss my lips
my heart feels like it's unraveling at the seams,
and my emotions are exposed to you.
When you are done,
sew me up,
and do it all over again.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
The web we weave,
only catches the
flies of our misdeeds.
We may have droplets,
of regrets hanging
in the morning
but they dry up.
remember life is a web intricate,
and flawless.
the only ones that can cause ruination
are ourselves.
never catch what you cant handle.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
what is it
just another sound
i begin to knit
for another round
come to think about it
it never quit
i’m feeling it
from the bottom of a pit
one sight in years
unbearable tears
liberty sounds lovely
but it is heavenly
they say this is worth
anything else is dirt
i take it for granted
letting myself pricked
does it get better
it does taste bitter
does it ever end
i can only pretend
cause this is the sewer
where people suffer
idling the reality
and nurtures it within
frankly
i’m aching for light
but alas
the thread lasts
and there’s nothing i can do about it
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along
In and out again and again
Till it reaches the end and finally
A harsh pull, a few tugs
Then the string is snipped free at last
Its been completely sewn shut
Only after you closed me up
Did you ask me how my day was
How I was feeling
But what could I say
With my mouth sewn shut?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
i am holding an axe...
empty towers stand tall in snow
-
yet
still i climb ,
(each step) —
like
a toy upon a shelf
(i am freezing)/
when
you rip the stuffing out of
me
and try to sew me
shut ,
but the
wound is not healing
(it never will)
and
the walls get stained with nicotine::
(i miss when they were white)
when i come back to, i am lost -
scared
(because it is dark)
.
i
try to howl ,
gurgle instead:
and then
i start to weep-
(and my tears all freeze like little pearls) .
.
when i look for them again,
(those girls)
they have turned into
wolves
(i remember my axe)
and they look me in my eyes —
glimmering//
so
spit on me, again,
i say
i
dare you —
this time,
i am not afraid to bite.
(they do not come back for me)
.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Why is this tragic?
"We reap what we sew"
Even if it ended in failure
Did you not see your face glow?
As you held that fabric
And then started to weave....
You made that suit
Not only that, it's cute
That's why you became a Tailor
You must believe in your own sleeve
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
found beyond
that
factory
her boyfriends breath
blew me
away
we were persuaded
her fragrance taunted me
it
still
taunts me
her braids trim me
to
this
that old wooden chair she is duct-taped to
her her head forced back
her braided pony tales
tied to the back legs
how she had
grown
grow
into
me
i
preach
who was
she
this madness
brawl with me
what
love
have
i
applied
oh eyes
of
beauty
seek from me
that sparrows wings
May
strengthen me
what light shown
from mine palm
that
******
be known
how mucker further
must she be beaten
her screams
her screams
her screams
are
my
reasoning
?
...
..
.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
we made him cry
i
am
the
one
left
to
wipe the tears
when we tell the truth
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
i can smell
the liquor
through the phone
while
you
rip
up
all the stitches
you scrambled
to
sew
together.
i don't know why
i keep
wasting
my time.
on these
careless
pursuits.
i cant
tell who
is supposed
to win.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
sew
sewn
sewing
stiches
stitched
to my sleeves
tears soaking
simplicity
magnify
times
me
in
i
find myself
me'ing me
perfectly
time hurdles another fence
passport in hand bus stop timed
frequently flown boot soles
composite toed mistletoe
kiss me rosey cheeks
love me dearly
love me
most
love
me
ghosts
learning to sew
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
did you cry as hard as me ,
when you broke me
on the floor
that night ?
heaving chest ,
i screamed and screamed
and hoped
you'd see me
on that red
red carpet ,
heaving .
i bled for hours thinking
you'd notice and
sew me up ,
as you always do ,
.
did .
but you have never felt the way
i felt ,
and you didn't .
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
You called me an artist
With a broken down soul
So when did I become your seamstress
And someone you thought you could control?
Trying to sew together these pieces
Of your broken down heart.
But who's going to be there for me
Deep in the night when I fall apart?
I'm just held together by band-aids
That you would call plastic smiles
Simply dressed in faux happiness
That you would call a style.
Eyes twinkling in a pool of lies
While my demons fight within
Adding a fake skip to my stride
While hiding these cuts on my skin.
But tonight,
The shards from my empty,
broken down heart
Are cutting in way too deep
And tonight,
The echoes in my empty,
broken down walls
Are screaming too loud to sleep.
So as I toss and turn tonight
In this endless infinite beat
Where are you now darling
As I'm alone crying in my sheets
And one thing is for sure
Never again will we meet
Because only one thing is for sure
This history always repeats
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
You being mine, and I
yours; is being sewn to each
in only three words.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
How sweet the linen
that grandeur weaves,
unseen by other's untrained eyes,
yet seemingly hard to sew
into the fabric of our own
immediate lives.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
don't cry,
little me...
youll shed your calloused skin
one day,
hatching out of
your candy-wrapper cocoon
of dreams and ribbon in
red,
white,
and pink,
.
.
.
so
give your jaws a rest,
undo your sewn on smile,
with your
skin collapsing on
your cheekbones and
empty eyeholes,
worn,
tired, and d u s t y
.
you will be fine.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC