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Best Laid Plans: An Anecdote
I had a map when I was young
Nothing special but
I swore it held my fate in
its borders and legends
Tales of what’s to come
So I clenched my fist around it
for if it was never lost,
neither could I be
One day, I found that one map
couldn’t guide me to
every destination
I longed to reach
So I procured another
and another
and another
until ...
Tuesday 6th August 2024 2:39 pm
RED
Taboo
Cautionary
Loud
Transgressive
Feverish
Powerful
Inflamed
Classy
Tacky
Infectious
Lustful
Lust Inducing
Painful
Irate
Hellish
I remember standing
in the dressing room of Dillard's
with my found Grandma
as she asserted
"honey, Red is your color."
I collected her commentary
and carried it around in the back pocket
of my...
Tuesday 30th July 2024 5:07 pm
Swallow Me, 2
You would be doing me a favor
that I find impossible to gift myself.
Less death since one could say
my soul passed away
a long time ago,
Silently.
Like the serenity I long for.
No, not non-existence,
just
silence.
I scream a cackle into the
cushions of my sofa
as the irony coats the inside of my mouth.
I must have
deserved
the ranci...
Wednesday 24th July 2024 2:10 am
Swallow Me
I slink around in my one-bedroom apartment
wallowing in my loneliness.
It feels like everyone who I have ever loved has
absconded from my grasp.
Shockingly,
they all fled in their own unique fashion.
Some moved away.
Some I moved away from.
Some turned out to be different
from whom I thought they
ought to be.
Some transformed into something more
sinister
...Sunday 21st July 2024 12:28 am
I.
false start.
Draw too deep breath.
Linger too long.
take back break
neck speed one
two don’t stop ask
once no twice
Forget.
Slowly.
Forego solid food.
Count to ten.
hold on elastic pill
tight stretch
release sharp no time
fixing not broken not ever
Monday 3rd December 2018 9:57 pm
the first is [not]
I don’t have a poem for you
you don’t feel volatile
I am sputtering like a flame someone left too close to
an open window
but you are not the chilly night air
you are not the frayed wick
I still haven’t figured out what you are
you are like deja vu with pretty eyes
seeing a splintering of a thousand potential futures
they all exist because none of them exist ...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:26 pm
the first is
This one is not for you.
Stay.
Stay.
Close your eyes
those framed portraits
[eager and aloof.]
one day red
full stop
left to [no] exchange
grasping
looking
[looking] up up down
stay.
Stay sane.
in
with no regard,
heaviness,
luke warm
...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:04 pm
You hurt me again
You hurt me again
There is no tone of surprise in my voice any more, why should there be?
You hurt me time and time again and over and over I forgive - I make some weak, half hearted excuse for you
If I forgive you the hurt goes away quicker, until next time when I forget how bad the pain was and disappointment comes crashing down in waves like an avalanche of emotion. I cry and you tel...
Sunday 11th March 2018 4:02 pm
Beautiful strands spun, woven by the deadly
A spider works tirelessly on an intracate weaving of delicate silver threads
Colecting tiny delicate dewdrops
Shining like diamonds littered with droplets in the sun
Hanging, strung in the queerest places
So beautiful, it seems there should be someone different crafting these inginious masterpeices
Tuesday 24th February 2015 2:10 am
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