Little Drinks

We all inhale poison to feel a rush, Addictions come in different colors: Blacked out or dark blue from depression Crimson red flowing off your skin Clouds flooding of contemplation - And who can forget the rainbow swirls of bipolar? Hearts close choose who we love, We used to snort cinnamon off the ocean's back…

Dark the Sky

Dark the sky Fills And darkly Spills Dark the drip Drops Silently down And dark my mouth Falls Dark the ground And down the ground Fills Silently down.

Conditional Love

What the eye does not see the heart does not grieve for... But when words come out, it will always hurt more. I soon learned that love is not repeating "I love you." I've claimed the outwardly sane, how beautiful I am. Buying what a person has sold you - Making love a product of…

Overwhelmed

So in depth, time away feels even longer. November comes and we wait for the rain, the winter Wind blowing my skin cold. Calm as the ground I am, absent limitations make everything even stronger. Uninvited for the third time, second-hand smoking feels even better Than inhaling the real thing. The distance is discouraging yet…

Mother

It's been 19 years, 228 months, 6,935 days, Since you had me, rocked me to sleep Taught me the Bible And the differences between believing and faking You always said that faking was the Devil's way of planting himself into your soul, But mother, you faked your image for 45 years Dressed the part and…

Panic

You're going to throw up As the cold air drowns your lungs And shakes your heart. Inhalations do not exist Within this dimension. You are out of sight While everyone is in touch with something. Being out of touch - out of touch with areas Of your body, with nature, with other people, With other…

Untitled

Am I more a body than a mind, more a mind than a feeling, more a feeling than an experience, more an experience than a future? At times, I am all doubt and sometimes all peace. There are moments I live for and minutes I live for him. I live for next week and the…

Daydreaming

In dreams My breasts lie down in air The same dream goes on. Like some foolish French toy My body has been rebuilt My eyes have been redeemed. The same delicate set, Their faces as uninvolved. I sleep in an elastic case You're moving, belly gentle as water, Rolling over my hips and filling empty…

Sleepwalking

This is the truth Battering seems like threading The corners of a handkerchief. This is the truth White wallpaper is more Than just its fragile roots. This is the truth I've pulled apart the Things that I once loved. This is the truth A woman calls herself an artist But is painted as boot lace.…

The Days of Our Time

Since when did fuck it become the most accurate response to life? Was paradise cloudless When we saw our bodies clearly against the sunlight When we saw our own flaws more accurately against the limelight Since when did fuck it become the only answer in this far-sighted bombardment to life? A while back, I read that this…