In the margins of my notebook are peonies and poodles: I write with a pink or a purple pen. I think better in poems and songs than paragraphs. I write faster with voice recordings. I understand more through action than I do through words. I understand more the language of greased hands than I doContinue reading “Pink Pens”
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October First
It’s Saturday and I’m asleep in my car at a Texas state park underneath the stars. This isn’t where I thought I would be as I’m approaching 25. It’s beautiful and chaotic. The Gemini twins must be guiding me. I always thought I would be a singer. Since I was two years old, this isContinue reading “October First”
A prayer for a blog
A Book Of Poems, Prayers, And PainTestimony Without Last name Elements Seen And HeardSome Days Feeling Much, And Some Days Numb.One Day let this blog be a book for The Broken-HeartedLet This Pain, These Petals, This Rain, thorns, lyrics and Quizzical Psalms Sing For Themselves.Nameless And Maybe Among these Scribbles And Stray Notes. You mayContinue reading “A prayer for a blog”
You did not change me
I will not change for you. No. I will wear my dress no longer. No. I will not love softer nor harsher. No I will live this live with joy and love. You can harm my body but God always heals my soul. You can steal my body for a night. You can steal myContinue reading “You did not change me”
O’hare
Some people think you can only have one home. But I think you can have many Places are fragments that become embodied in you. The physicality materiality and spirituality of places always remains in your blood. Its not just what you eat, but who you love and where you breathe that resides within you. YouContinue reading “O’hare”
The onset of sunset
The southern winds blow through the bluebells beside the creek. The onset of sunset arises to greet the lilting lake. While Aside the street, the dust of spanish moss falls soft on fallow fields; fallen red speckles hidden in their caresses Blazing star blooms dense beside the swampland highways And the twinkle of chimes fallsContinue reading “The onset of sunset”
Shooting Star
My father said I am like a shooting star. I come quickly from afar. And with a flash of fire and a swish of sounds. I just as quickly leave. Colliding into peopleI crash into my dreams How much damage do I causeSpeeding through the seas? My father says I am a shooting star AndContinue reading “Shooting Star”
The Unsilent
The Silent House is never silent.The wind rustles blindsThe fan humsWhile in the chapel moths flap their flurried wings.The blood sounds rushing in your veins. The stairs creak and always something cracks or bends in the pipes. The papers swishHer hair brushesThe swallowing of air as it is intakenBut in the silent unsilent houseIn theContinue reading “The Unsilent”
Reroute
When is it okay to reroute? Are these dead ends or only roads not yet paved? When do we depart from our original destination and commitments? Afraid of the future-You hurdle towards the seas and cliffs. Bounding, leaping, crying weeping. Too prove you are awake. To prove you lived through another day. Scribbling frantic melodiesContinue reading “Reroute”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
The boundless rain
Since I left my heart beats out of pace. What kind of sign is it that without you and with this vast distance, the doctors claim my heart beats with the rain?How funny! And how strange? The farther I am from home-The more increase my woes.And my heart is truly breaking I can show you,Continue reading “The boundless rain”
Open Individualism?
What if we are all collectively one? All sharing the same existences. Loving, lying, cheating, learning? What if I am you and you are me? In different incarnations of reality. My light is your own. Your shadows are mine. Our lessons are ours. We’re all deceived with false perceptions of time. How wonderful, how horrible,Continue reading “Open Individualism?”
The Poet
Inherently inclined towards strong spirits,The poet,She writes at the witching hour. Enduring each oscillation of affectationsScripting lamentsupon her swollen, rozened kneessorrow imbued in asymmetrical metersand melancholy within her words, divinedThe poetcontinues her scripture,defunct with the passage of time.
Homesick
I have many homes I leave my heart with places and people to collect So when I say I am homesick it’s not to one place to which I must return for my friends are my family and my family are my friends and the time in between is split between desserts, oceans, mountains andContinue reading “Homesick”
Where Do We Go?
Where Do We Go, When It’s Not Safe To Stay? But To Leave Is Uncertain And A Worrisome Feat? Where do we Go? When It’s Time To Leave But The Goodbyes Aren’t Pretty Nor Are They Clean. Where Do We Go When We’ve Lost All Our Friends All Seems To Come To A Resolute End?Continue reading “Where Do We Go?”
Look at the Love That Grew!
Look At The Love That Grew- Within The Cemented Crevices Of Streets Untrodden By! Look At All The Lovely Things- That Came From Ugly Tears!God Takes Everything And Reforms It By The Passage Of The Years. He Too Will Take Your Suffering. Then, Look At All The Lovely Things That Come From Ugly Tears LookContinue reading “Look at the Love That Grew!”
Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?
Mom Said: Poems Are More Lovely Obscured When Their Meanings Are Hidden In Roses And Dirt Hide Your Frustrations Conceal Their Implications Calm Your Anger And Passion Inside Against The Unrighteous Against Those Who Don’t Hide. But I Without Reason Will Not Mute My Meanings Change Must Come Because Lives Are Lost And The DinContinue reading “Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?”
Bad Zing
Bad Zing All Day Long I Sing Sing Sing But There Ain’t No Ring Ring Ring When I Breathe There Ain’t No Diaphragmatic Heat When I Sing There Ain’t No Zing Zing Zinga Zing Zing I Open My Mouth The Words Fall Out About My Tongue Is Taut My Heart Is Fraught My Jaw IsContinue reading “Bad Zing”
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?
Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter? slow your dreadful pace. with your palpitating fury that falls heavy and lacks grace. heart won’t you beat a little quieter? this body can’t keep up with your riotous blazeThis faces grow pale as my heart races My body faints with thine fearsome chase.but it shan’t slow itsContinue reading “Heart Won’t You Beat A Little Quieter?”
I met an angel in the morn
I met an angel in the morning. At six o’clock she woke me. Twas twice the hours her spirit called. So I stayed I, in the chapel to greet the angel next to me. And sat I hence on the piano bench and plaid a psalm to please her. And at 9 o’clock my tearsContinue reading “I met an angel in the morn”
The Silent Singer 