I should have been a bloody mangled mess they tell me it’s impossible when they learn what I survived as a kid taught to submit groomed to please they circumcised my anger forcefully left my rage unscabbed blindly wounds are the colors of moods we respond with I became a watercolor maelstrom of mental illness…
Category: The Heart Drive
Hermes
We know that we can’t be you and me baby we got an impossibility because we have always been in each other all along I cannot ignore the flashing neon-lit truth
The Worth of Truth
There is a kind of exhaustion that comes with delivery and perfect execution like the hidden fee a service license agreement you have to constantly renew for energy consumed the cost of technology is moving forward into entropy inevitably all systems decay and something new has its day and it turns out the truth is…
Life is nothing, if not lived
Don’t take care of your heart that’s nonsense like being attached to the shell as it cracks inevitably breaking your seed sprouts as was intended from inception don’t hold it back let it break and change bold and daring life is nothing, if not lived in its magnificent entirety pain and pleasure the dramas like…
Penance
Some days are a penance self-imposed by the choices I made why didn’t I feed my self-esteem why didn’t I make it a priority to fill up on sunshine instead I chose to slave away the days thinking it would help some greater good caught in a vicious corporate web trying to make ends meet…
10 year plan
she kept asking me when will we get married I’d chuckle it up and tease her about having babies but not now we’re too caught up in who we are one day I realized there was someone else entirely standing before my eyes someone different from who I knew then she left me and said…
Brain shiver
It just takes longer to get through the spit and fury of the reeling responses of a mind trying to come off a habit withdrawal is a hunger for what was there before not because it’s better not because it’s whole but just because it’s what is known it’s the way nature tells me I…
Dear Social Media,
I have a few words for you today it’s time we had a talk about the way we don’t really see eye to eye or even each other anymore just so you know, I didn’t go under the knife for vanity but to take action in response to the realization I could do something to…
Yeah I know you
It’s the breath that roots in grief the deepest discipline is to not get caught in the politicking of meanings what this label and that name are supposed to be what it meant to know you and all that it stripped away poetry is the grief unconcealed raw and exposed a sprinkle of dictionary and…
Against the grain
you are brilliant like the moon shining into a room romantically bright enveloped in warmth coming into my arms rushing over me with understanding relaxing like a breezy relief a balm of fresh so much in so little I bite my lips wanting more like laughter and lullabies messaging the general with news that this…