The gentle azure grace of dusk's fleeting light
"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
Trailing colors The light dances Just out of reach
I think I trust too many and know I judge too few. I empathize with the martyr almost as much as I do the one who cracks the whip. I know those with hate and cruelty flushed across their faces had a stern hand beat ideology into them from birth. The rage and fear screamed … Continue reading Chains and Stones (a poem about self-oppression)
A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
Gray Swirling fog Twists of smoke Clouds of spreading ink Encircling me Effortless black Stretches in flowing rings Transient shadow pulses And weightless friction Blend with the infinite Ashen fiction Open wounds throbbing Along the sides Of my naked limbs And weathered face Crimson drifts around Warm as an embrace Inescapable as fate Further to … Continue reading Gray (a poem)
Everyone is deserving of love. Everyone but me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not pointing fingers. Really. I don’t want to say it is Anyone else’s fault, And society isn’t to blame. It’s not like I think “All women are this or that!” I mean, everyone has their Own circumstances and types. I’m surely … Continue reading Deserving (a poem about love)
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
