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January 8, 2017

Swing down with a cold-hearted hand of the wood

As you watch little of our meekest desires

And we hold on to even less of our intrinsical selves.

Walk past, shoulder brush, electric sky

Did we ever see that it has been replaced?

Did we ever look up to protect what is ours?

S...

September 15, 2016

I am Three.

Split in half by the separation of my parents, I was broken.

In the lavish world in which my father resided, I was a pretty puppet.
Dresses of tulle and red-soled heels I could not remember names of tried to befriend me, the hollow fragrance of a thousand...

August 7, 2016

Sadness

Is not a wound

that needs healing.

Sadness is the stitches

that tie you back together:
Painful

when the needle pierces your skin,

but necessary

to make you whole again.

August 6, 2016

It hurts.

I know it does.

But if you ask me where the pain

is coming from, I'll say I have no idea.

And I will be spekaing the truth.

You see, I don't remember a time when

I'd wake up every morning unafraid.

I don't remember a day when

I wouldn't try to laugh the pain away.

All...

April 7, 2016

I don't have a father.

He is not dead.

He is very well alive. I have his number, his address, and I can talk to him at any moment.
He did not completely abandon my family and disappear.
I met him. I visit him
Often.

But when I think of the word "father," I don't thi...

February 19, 2016

You

Yes, you, beautiful soul that reaches for the stars with a twinkle in your eyes and doesn't settle for less than your dreams.
You, the hurt and beaten but unbroken spirit,
That refuses to fall.

Keep standing.

The winds may blow, the world may shake, the skies th...

September 30, 2015

We grew apart in silence
And let life deal the hand
That would eventually murder
Whatever life we had.

We hoped and prayed each evening
That the past would win the race.
Hoping that tomorrow,
We would be dealt an ace.

We placed our bets in darkness
When all was stand...

March 29, 2015

I was told pain fades, but my scars won’t leave me.
        Nothing hurts more than the ashes in the sky, making me whole.

I was told hope dies last, but the flames outlived it.
        Nothing feeds the fire better than a shattered soul....

December 22, 2013

Standing under the street lamp
lending me its brightness in the damp
air after the storm passed.
Like a halo.
Looking up at the sky
There’s no difference between the stars
and the clouds. It’s too
dark. They fight with the black shapes
covering their light. But in the...

July 9, 2012

The happiness I see
It changes all around me
Changes all about me
Power is beyond me

It strangles me
Takes all I can be
And puts it behind me

It binds me
Ties the ropes and blinds me
There's nothing I can see
Maybe it's just me

But it's all I'll ever be

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