It was a special night. She had planned it for months, years maybe. On her way home from work, she bought herself a dozen roses. She made herself a delicious dinner - all of her favorites with a bottle of champagne to celebrate. After her meal, she sprinkled rose petals all over her bathroom and... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Today I am reminding myself I am enough and there is no more. I'm generally tired of thinking otherwise. I said to a friend today, if I were to say I believe in god, it would be music. It's the only thing that makes any bit of sense to me. I stay away from labels... Continue Reading →
Talking to you is like listening to me If I were deaf and blinded I scream and scream reality, but you sift through your illusions You are drowning deep inside the quicksands of your own timing I've shown you roses, pure and true, made in my blood and tears You chose my thorns, you silly... Continue Reading →
The wind is a jukebox Of my yesterdays The record plays A poem dances I await the next song To come
Finally got the damn poem to talk to me. All friggin week I’ve been writing and x’ing and scribbling and cursing. It finally came together thanks to a conversation. The only problem in prison is the I Brick by brick We built a cell Fat was one And crazy Wriggling fingers into the space The... Continue Reading →
Hoover (is this a god) Dam Sometimes it’s so much easier... to see all the things I want to hate. I want to yell at walls and converse with my carpet. The pillow and I are exploring other options.... But in the shower, sometimes I swear - I caught a glimpse of god. In between... Continue Reading →
Opia Can you find me? Can you finally undress this soul? Can you show me all the missing parts that makes my fragments whole? Opia Can you see me? Do you see the crimes I’ve paid? Can you see the parts I’ve tucked and pressed Inside this flesh sealed cave? I think I’m inside here... Continue Reading →
The hydra is finished I modify my appearance with important events. I celebrated my driver's license with getting my cartilages pierced (and literally starting to date the dude who would become the father of the girl represented by my left shoulder) A tattoo goes on to mark something for me. (Literally, no shit Sherlock) Figuratively,... Continue Reading →
