Yes, I Know

Yes, I am mean – I know it, you don’t have to tell me. I’m very good at it, I’m not proud of it, it’s my fall back mechanism when you’re fucking with my OCD. Yes, I can be kind, it takes some work, but I try. I’m emotional and walking lines you cannot see. …

Her Lines – A Song For the Mother

        Each time we tell ourselves we know what we’re getting into, but then we can’t breathe, can’t form the words to bring back the meaning into – when the world doesn’t flow to our beat anymore and the darkness carries on, we must remember why we stay strong – I walk …

Love Stands Waiting

The head or the heart – where to start – for success in a world that’s tearing us apart? We proudly claim to have conquered the earth, but to unearth the diamond beyond the mind, to find that light, is the fight of our lives. Raw emotion, forsaken notions, the dark alleys of the mind, …

Just Write That He Loved Her

Just write that he loved her, he heard a voice in the wind say, as he noticed the gardener scrubbing bird shit off the neighboring stone. What more would need be said? Memories past through his head like images floating away. The two of them spending countless hours just talking. Talking about nothing. His morning …

This is Why We Struggle

We want to believe that change is possible – that bigotry could dissolve in love – that we could evolve into beings that needed not constant encouragement from above to simply nourish each other rather than tear each other down – that we could give up the internal need to be the one that wears …

For the Children

How do we fight when words are not enough and decency is not a universal imperative, just something to divide those who can get things done from those who are outdated, when the idea of God is dead to most, and the idea of being good for good’s sake is not a philosophy remembered? – …

Morality

In my determination to do things right, to be a ‘good girl,’ a girl God would look down and smile upon, I strived to make the ‘right’ choices in my life, to avoid the mistakes of others before me, I promised to follow the prescribed steps no matter what, to think ‘good’ thoughts, to nourish …

We Slay Demons

We slay demons – not the kind that you think, but the darkness that preys on civility – my sister’s a boss, her lines are clear, her opinions are focused her values held dear – – I have astigmatism, so my lines are all blurred, my shadows are real, my words are sometimes deferred until …

Where the Storytellers Dwell

No one guards the places where the storytellers dwell, where currency is non-existent because ideas are not for sell – being that ideas flow freely, floating on moonbeams of wonder – waiting to be deciphered before they are lost or torn asunder – these bards sometimes disappear, following the light into their storms, and wander …

Debris

  My view is clearly obstructed by the muck in this room, by the suck of this gloom, where there’s no place for space, and this pace serves no race worth running, except away from… Beats hit the drum some, but I’ve lost count of how any of this counts, when every price paid only …