Black & White

Poetry

Wreck me

I no longer wish to fly Building a bed where I can lie Surrounded by big piles of fluff 20 minutes can be enough Open arms are filled with gifts Some are drawn and some are knit I search for you to pass the hours So my peace can be

Poetry

Low tide

Sometimes I’m okay Sometimes I’m not Accusations of ease Tie me in knots The tide of expectations creeps up to my neck I’m forced to tread water When I really need rest I’m scared to reach out where you can reject But your gifts of gold

Poetry

Spectacular

The years pass and your presence remains constant. Your mind and mine are similarly haunted. Emotions slowly turn into an inverted corset. Hours pass together and not once have I forced it. Worlds collide. In fear of our demise, I try to hide. Yet I'm surprised. Your easy

Poetry

Sister

We would never work, and that makes me feel safe, Possibility of unknown hopes always driven past mistakes. Above all I hope our bond never meets the same fate. Thinking it through enables me to enjoy the way we play. Faced with beautiful madness, I no longer feel so strange.

Poetry

Two-Faced

Kindred spirit, your stripes seem familiar. Yet you keep your insides unknown. Passenger princess, your surface glistens and reflects. Distracting from icy secrets deep below. Icicles pierce the back of my neck. You demand control under a guise of respect. You flee from the pathological fear of realizing things you

Poetry

Bye Buddy

Loss feels heavy in my chest The sparkles in my heart have turned to lead I cuddle up to the pillow in my bed I hold tight but she never turns her head My voice is cracked Notes drag like shattered glass I'm sorry I ever asked I

Poetry

Ripped Pockets

The air is cold this time of year Sweets spill out my coat pockets Ravenous rules feed an urge to kneel But my knee popped out of its socket Learning to walk all over again I made presents from your coal I refuse to let you carry my pack Just

Poetry

Emotional Scarcity

I no longer scramble for your validation and on the other side of that needy desperation I see that scarcity had less to do with whether or not I was deserving of your station, and more with your inability to be kind I feel freed by a new peace of

Poetry

Home

I am a supraorganism. A colony. A vessel. Microscopic beings outnumber me in a body that was never mine alone. As the captain it's my responsibility to build them all a more hospitable home. I am one star, in the galaxy that is humanity. I need no moon.

Poetry

Process

Healing is cleaning with a dirty rag. Scared of being labelled as a drag. I hide sharp things inside my bag. Spilled milk begets a game of tag. Streaks of grease I could never erase. New horizons beg me not to stay. Better than I was, yet forever stained. Learn

Poetry

Apple Crumble

Maybe not being able to hear a voice in my head Is an invitation to speak gentle thoughts out loud I’ve made the mistake of yelling them into a crowd Faces of strangers marred with darkness Muzzling me with a lack of guidance Still I stumble Cutting my hands

Poetry

Return to me

I feel a gnawing emptiness in my belly I'll nourish you, my love My chest is full of muddy water I'll drain it for you, my love I want to hide away from artificial lights Return to me whenever you need, my love