you are a pond
in the dead of winterand i heave myself at you like
a stone that shatters
the still surfacesending splinters echoing
through the ice
like small electric currentsi unsettle
the mud that has lain
tranquil at the bottomand i turn the water brown
i scare the fish
away.
You’re the only one who can pass me by and make me look back.
they’ll start from your roots, baby
while you’re still waiting
to come out head first
it will enter your veins
and you won’t know
the poison you hold within you.and with every touch of your
bare feet on the soil,
it will grow, it will spread
from the outside in.how were you to know
you’d be born with death
inside you, and that with every breath
it would continue to grow?
we drove
with the windows down
even though it wasn’t quite warm
because it wasn’t cold, either.
and the boy with the curly hair
played Meat Loaf with the volume
at 37:
And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back…
i see your phantom whoosh
past on the side of the road
and wonder if i ever truly
felt your love, or
if it was just a ghost,
too.
we lock eyes.
i laugh a laugh i thought
i’d lost after i met you
and watch you dissolve
in the rearview mirror.
when did everything die?
when did flowers seep into the
dirt and birds become the sky?
when did the wind become still?
when did it all escape my mind?
when did it all go black and white?
i don’t know anything, it seems
inspiration meets me in my dreams
and dissolves in the light
of the sun.
a picture worth a thousand words
you wanted the world
to hear me say the ones
hidden
underneath my tongue
for you.
i wanted you to
taste them when you kissed
me.i turn my back
to the lens, cover
my face with my hands.
i only want these moments
as they slide between my
fingers. i only want the
blanket of your lips on
mine. i only want the
heat of you running
up my spine. i don’t
want to press flowers
between the pages
of a book. no
lingering scent
of you on my
bedsheets, no
ink on a piece
of paper to
prove you
ever set
foot
here.
Be like the Earth. She doesn’t care if you love Her or think She’s beautiful. She continues existing the way She has always existed; She continues doing exactly what She has done since She was born. Some people revel in Her beauty. Some destroy it: they tear Her down and tell Her how She should be and try to change Her to meet their needs. But She does not change; She does not bend. She continues to be how She always has been. The streams that have always flooded continue to flood. The forest fires continue to burn. Droughts continue to dry the land. We blame Her for being herself, for refusing to change for us, and yet She continues on.
Be like the Earth. It is okay to catch fire– it clears crowded places and makes them clean. Let there be drought and flood to allow seeds to germinate and grow. The universe is inside you– do not fear these times. Do not dam the floods within you or try to put out your fires. Let them cleanse you, let them grow you, and no matter what, continue to persevere.
Be like the Earth: cause earthquakes in cities you never wanted built in the first place.
i am falling apart:
a 1000-piece puzzle
even i gave up on
half-way through.
you are the wind, blowing
my pieces every
which way and
i cannot catch them all.
the universe is shining
in my eyes,
so i let my hands down
to my side and watch
myself go.
all is right
and nothing’s left,
it seems i’ve lost my
art.
no blood pounds in my
forehead, the seas within
are calm and i
have nothing left to say except
how lovely it is to really
smell the autumn air and
not be thinking of
how to write about it.
Silenticel 