Running For My Life
I couldn’t sleep anyway
There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow
no one believed me – everyone hid in the shadows of shame
I was a broken exile machine piled
exiled in the house I grew up in
so I ran
Tag: poetry
Antipode
Wan cheeks stare at the window
palm trees sway and break
in the tornado of passion
Forever In Neverland
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you held on to faith,
I am not a believer, I have no allegiance
other than the one forged by pain,
with the Goddess of Self-Preservation.
The Secret in the Blood
I hear the constant ticking of the clock. My reality is at a standstill. When will the results
come back from the lab? Why is it taking so long?
Reclaiming History
Men’s words cannot define you anymore.
Once, you may have let others tear you apart
only to strike the final mutinous blow yourself;
but you have come back from that.
You are more than that.
Your potential is unlimited.
Flora and Fauna
I break character through dynamic vocals and stray fingertips. The beach looks like me, sometimes: grainy, abundance of free speech, unintentionally waterlogged. But you, you live green: soiled, unrooted, an unexpected baptism in nature. Thirty times over. A clashing multiple of prints, seared and stained and loving, all working through the same tangles just to find what’s left in a woman. To find what’s left in a body.
Knife Throwing Eyes
Latent behavior of unsatisfied
desires
can lead one way or another
And only in the still of the
night can the true thoughts
of what life you dream of
can be lived or ended…..
Peaches
i know, at least, that she was ripe
full of not a hardened pit like me
for so long
but hopes that began and ended
seven times over