Standing in shadow produces cold chills that trail down your back and leave you feeling the lack of sunlight on your face more acutely. Please remember that in shadow one must hold tight to the knowledge that 1 step to either side produces sun. Even if we cannot seem to lift our feet for the moment.Continue reading “Chances of sunshine.”
So many mistakes I offer so you may know me despite my lack, as flawed but wiser. So many tears shed to show my simplicity, and complexity, of feeling. So many songs sung in entreaty, so you may know the value of awkward confession. So many thoughts bared in sincerity so you may know theContinue reading “Dig deep”
It is not recommended to stand on one leg looking at the world, while attempting, with wobbly success, to stand less like others do. It is not advised, to tilt your head, so the world slides slightly sideways into space. It’s likely you will get a look or twenty-two. It is not appreciated when you lieContinue reading “Cheerful Rebellion.”
Do not leave words unspoken that could her countenance have made more fair. With the virtue of confession speak, her smile, her cheek, her hair. Let no tremulous concern pour bitter consideration. For just within her loving eye is complete conceptualization.
There once was humiliation. There once was fear. There once was sarcasm, intimidation, and terrifying realizations about twisted lust. Then one day while my soul was wandering my self-worth showed up. She lifted her chin to humiliation. She bid a cheeky “Sod off” to fear. She flipped sarcasm the finger. She learned to knee intimidation.Continue reading “Learning worth, Worth learning.”
* This poem is for someone who knows they need this. Beginning again is also, an end, and I cannot bear that final loss. Easy to be brave in sunlight. My heart calls me a liar. He knows my 2 am. Fingering my scars, I rest my hand on your place, your pillow. This isContinue reading “2 am”
We stand here as the dark overcomes the sun side-by-side, with wry glances, touching hands underwater as we reach for submerged china. Our feet are neatly anchored in realities firmness though, waves will hover, politely seeking to tilt a viewpoint or shake a calm. We hear the squeak of cloth and glass. Smile in ourContinue reading “I’ll wash, you dry”
B. A simple letter that indicates me. Which, when said, just the way he says it, makes me feel the love of stars, moonbeams, rainbows, fireflies, and fireworks. It is quite simple really. He is my happy.
It’s not a good day for waking. It looks like rain in the sky. The trees outside are shaking. Let’s lift the covers and hide. The working day is calling but let’s just call in sick. Pretend our world is under blankets all warm, and soft, and thick. The alarm is not my friend IContinue reading “My-day”
Mystical tree, you know me. You know my pauses, those spaces between. You ignore those tales that foolishly ignore the woodiest of truths. You excel at forgiving old gusts that speak as if vibrant green is the only sound and see petal soft pink as the only sight. You are no sapling, and you don’tContinue reading “Mystical tree”
There, in the distance, is a story waiting for someone to pen its length into place and commit its existence to childlike wonder. A sweet declaration of one simple truth. There are worlds within and worlds without. Worlds that whisper. Worlds that shout. Worlds that turn your paucity inside out. Worlds that linger on aContinue reading “Unwritten manuscript”
One foot placed before the other, mindful of the stacked domino’s that long to topple over creating kinetic chaos and black and white submersion. His face is mine to memorize. Though, he shades his blushes, the true beauty lies in his ability to calm turbulent water in the midst of tempest teacups. One blink leads toContinue reading “Small steps”
Go ask Alice what it means to be small lost among the tallness of so many higher concerns. Ask her about the bitter pink potions and the sugary sweet phrases that mean nothing kind. Ask her about the dizzy spells that clutter up your fingertips until your sighs become oceans for fishes to swim in.Continue reading “Go Ask Alice”
Restless heartyou make me wearyso wobbly I need a packet of sugarto steady me.Though, somewhat unstable,it should do in a pinch. Lay my cheek intocrossed armsand linger my eyelids closedinto some new whisper. That sigh comes from my toesand encompasses my soul. I would rather a lighter songbut this is the oneI am singing. This isContinue reading “Sugar song”
Lions roar Your heart being fierce. There are echoes in your spine. This moment defines men. This simple dream that exclaims its existence. Defiantly standing firm despite overwhelming heat from all angles and forms. There, within your breast, lives something primal waiting for expression.
It doesn’t matter. If your ears go flop or your hat hides bare. Your knees knock together. You’re shaped like a pear. If you’re floppy bunny or a bumbling bear. A trapped circle in a prison of square. It doesn’t matter. If you lean to one side like a crumpled star. Rattle around and aroundContinue reading “Belonging.”
Scattered bits of paper rolled up into the deepest corners of my pockets. Chagrin in my fingertips for a leaky pen and all things blue. Restless eyes that pause minutely on my watchband. Clickety Clack that echos the teeth of a keyboard. Clenched jaw feeling speechless. Left standing at the podium.
For Ruth. I met you once. Your smile was brighter than the flowers on your windowpane, as you tilted your head listening, to more than just words spoken. You offered, with a cheeky grin, to hire me to work for you. I was so helpful washing dishes, you said, that I really should, work forContinue reading “Loving Ruth”
A worn passage in a much loved book with a spine that has relaxed with time but still manages, easily, to hold itself together. Though, that easily is not always so easy he seeks to appear so for the sake of warm fingers that clasp him. When placed on a shelf he leans, ever soContinue reading “Charles Mostly”
Oh Lord, to watch that face go awry as you list to one side, trying to hide the pockmarked trail of your past. There is beauty in the sighing The deep blisters that show. The melted skin turned to stone. There is beauty in the bad. Heeding whispers that say the opposite of despair, yourContinue reading “Equal foot.”