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Sick and tiredi'm sick and tired
of words that turn to dust in your mouth
and still you spit them out
i'm sick and tired
of holding your hand, and your heart, and your demons off
all along with mine
i'm sick and tired
of being so cold
and colder because of you
i'm sick and tired
of fading faster
in the onslaught of your artificial sunlight
i'm sick and tired
of biting my tongue
after I've failed to keep it silent
To the parents of my generationSometime we need it a little louder so we can here the noise
Sometimes we need them drawn onto our skin before we can understand what the words mean
Sometimes we need to carry color in our hair so that we remember who we are when we are stripped of our childhood
Sometimes we need to decorate our bodies so that we throw off a light of our own
Sometimes we need to rebel in order to feel wanted/ valued/ remembered
Sometimes we need to scream at the only people we trust to love us when we're done
I will admitI
to waking before the sun rises and hiking into the hills, laying on my stomach in the dusty trail and sticking out my tongue to taste the early morning dew from the sweet grasses
to running and vaulting myself onto my bed at night in order to avoid the monsters under the bed-frame
to touching myself out of curiosity rather than in search of pleasure
to putting glitter in my bath
to running barefoot through mud of questionable origins without a thought
to eating strange things in strange combinations in strange places
to staying up reading and sleeping late
to chasing after birds and lizards
to believing in true love and mythical critters
to being an empath
to holding a grudge
to being afraid to dance
to singing in the shower
to giving in to distractions
to reading ahead
to putting on airs
to writing in books
to avoiding pain that needs to be faced
to playing the devil's advocate
to dyeing my hair because it makes me feel like a rainbow
to acting younger than I am
to not ta
Dont Call This NumberI am a self-admitted chronic eavesdropper.
because really, maybe the world DOES need more female truckers.
589-9320, you say? Sure, I'll call you back. Monday, right?
God, I KNOW! My last dog was picked up by a hawk too! That's living in LA for you.
No, babe, I didn't cheat on you, and her name was Sonya, not Sarah.
I wonder if these people realize they're not in a cone of silence on wheels.
I shake my head at you fools.
Scarywhen did I stop being nice
and became "scary"
was it when I started correcting others' grammar, other than just my friends?
or was it when I found my voice, am I talking too loud?
is my pushing people away too forceful, too pronounced?
instead of the weakness I am trying to hide, do they see cruelty that isn't there?
I never thought people would believe the front I put up so thoroughly
maybe I am too forward, too present.
I think it is time I sat back
and stayed quiet.
Poem In Progressmy daughter drowned in a pond impregnated with duckweed
less than knee - deep and cold, like a body just vacated
beneath the greenery little fish dark about
like a cross between your generic goldfish and a common minnow
they lie in wait
they flutter around the feet and legs of curiosity
they open their jaws, exposing rows upon rows of tiny needle-like teeth
and before you know it they've latched onto the skin
but they're not why my daughter drowned
the stoneturtles that lie for years undisturbed
their shells buttered by algae
bite (when stepped on)
but it wasn't the stoneturtles that killed her
teabirds dive-bomb wanderers
tearing out lost-ones' hair
raking skin with their claws
I'm dreamingI flew in my dreams for the first time
and quite honestly, its not all its cracked up to be
yes, there is a sense of freedom
but its not that amazing
I still felt lost
and no one told me I'd be running from something
something I know is not there
so my first flight was powdered with feelings of supreme stupidity
and weighed down by disappointment
even in my dreams
jeromeJerome where have you wandered
around which river and bend
upon which tree have you climbed and looked onward
which bird did you follow back home?
kidsmake no mistake, she is wind-kept
wild hair and blank eyes
she'll dance through your lungs
leaving you breathless
and colder (than before)
he is a child of mournings
skin a soft gray and the coo of a dove
as if a touch would push him
and he'd scatter like dandelion seeds
they are a pair of river rocks
twins - without gender or feeling
if ever there were hearts made of stone
I've found them
my children of earth and stone
my children of flesh and bone
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
Roses and barbed wireThe beauty of the roses
Right there for me to see
So colorful and vibrant
A sight to behold
But I can't get any closer
A fence surrounds them
Keeping them safe
Keeping me away
Away from their colors
Away from their scent
Trapped in this grey world of mine
Behind the barbed wire fence
Where Lover's Dream DarklyFor it is not a fable; — that which bleeds..
And her soul may whisper obsidian,
— But I am the sea of Darkness she craves
O’ long I hath bathed in these ravenous winds,
Watching shadows weep across river’s dreary
Upon nightscapes that plunder our souls —
A bouquet of crimson shall enchant thy lips;
Where slowly we fade into requiem
Drink me naked in the abyss of hungry wolves
Among demons and insanity, I thrust and fall
Ravaged, eons of lust spill from mine eyes,
And behold the Forests sing of murder!
In a sombre kiss, we shall undress the skies
Time will yield to the treasures of melancholy
I covet thee, unto this blood-filled Moon
O’ thou art beautiful decay upon my skin,
A ghostly visage dripping wanton & darkly ..
We are Lover’s haunting deaths lullaby;
Assassins brooding in a bewailing fairy-tale
She is mystic poison; & elixir immortale
Seek you me, in the mystique of necromancy
For I am the dream of Serpents fea
Sweet darknessDarkness, my dear
Darkness, my element
With your cold embrace
And keep me hidden
Hiden from the world
Hidden from my past
You are my ally
You are my friend
The only one I can trust
Vanquish the light
And cast your shadow
All over this world
the taste of your tongue
the warmth of your hand
the empty promises
the harm you've done
and i remember
to burn every trace
that remains with me.
Time As It IsAnd I asked Time how it was on this glorious Monday. It simply replied:
"I am here for you now, but I will not wait for you.
Even if you fall behind, I remain in your field of view.
You can keep up with me, but you cannot catch up to me.
For once I have left, I am gone for eternity.
Nor can you leave me behind, or go back to change me.
For I am the keeper of aging, no matter how thick the tree.
Therefore, I plea to thee:
Do your work now, get it done, and then return to me
when the time is right.
For I will accept you, take you in, and guide into
the brightest light.
Then, and only then, I will call you friend.
One that truly has stayed completely to the end."
Effluviawith a laugh like her's, like rain pattering on windowsills
i comment, watching arms the color of cream flail and reach for something not there
you'd think she'd sound better drowning
all i get is a shrug in response
bodies say more when they're silent
tongues and hands lie
eyes, not so much
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