I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
Category: Poetry
Self Reflection
Words escape your mouth and hide underneath my skin; their jagged edges coloring my sweat the most beautiful red. I lie in bed, avoiding both our truths. You’re an abuser and I seek to understand your hurt too. Love can heal but that’s something we both must choose. Just saying “I love you” is enough … Continue reading Self Reflection
The Brave Grow Old
Blankets of clouds cover the earth like Serenity has come to tuck us all in. But the war on peace blockades such sleep. We lay in concrete jungles and crush the dreams of future roses because our buds are more important. It's nippy outside. Individualistic ideologies try to become apart of societal infrastructures but crumble … Continue reading The Brave Grow Old
Love
I love him.
Memoirs
Still
Those arms are reaching north
Phoenix Rising
The phoenix loved from inside of him
We Know
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
Cliché
Punctuate. Original thought Clauses; Impossible platitudes Avoiding tradition Failing to be more than a poet’s past. Writer, storyteller, history maker: there is nothing more to be done if everything has already been repeated into common places. Pounded into dust, “Gone with the Wind”, drifting through time to pay homage to nothing new. White space … Continue reading Cliché
Politics
The moon knows there are stories here.
It waits for them to be told as if history preludes it.
As if the stories will change when spoken again.
As if the stories mattered.
Playlist
Alcohol is a hell of a drug but it’s not to blame.
