as a child i listened to The Cranberries singing anthems i could not grasp for Salvation & for Zombies, as Odes to my Family & to Saving Grace; i am 21 & my heart aches as it connects the dots a five year old in her father's car could not. i cry for the Warchild, … Continue reading A post written in poem
My heart is not so small that it cannot ache for the many; my conscience is not so limited as the number of words on my tongue; and my attentions do not only bend with the curve of my lover's spine. i am human and we have an uncanny knack for feeling with every star … Continue reading the universe is ever-expanding
a fun fact about bruises; the throb lasts about as long as the memory that accompanied the blow; and as far as battle-scars go, registering bluepurpleblack with vague surprise Feels like a posthumous victory Sounds like a retroactive yield & Looks like my own smile reflected back in a blade, diamond-sharp; a will that cuts. … Continue reading poetry dump, take one
My skin crawls fervent; horrified — and the sound it makes is Morse. The code intones the following words: “It’s over, it happened — It’s Done.” Some say comfort is luxury And my flesh? Derelict. But if will truly comes from ones heart, then the braille on my breast says "Go on."
Whisper sweet, gentle; speak as if you are autumn breeze & sea salt in waltz. Spew not vitriol (that black oil over virgin blue) reject the poison of sharp tongues & double-edged oaths. Though satin your voice, intent is fire: don't damp your manifesto.
If wit cuts yours eviscerates and I am holding in my intestines, keeled over on ashen, craggy knees. One day, I may say you once shell-shocked me but the stitches in my side will have never gone away: you that sewed me whole will have split me open with a laugh.