Right hand is white knuckles on the porcelain tile of the bathtub. clenching the strenght out of myself; easing out of a warm dream, into air. Left hand is taught up against the cheeks, pinching the nose as it goes, feeling the rush of non-bodily fluids and the oil of the face, creating a heterogeneous … Continue reading Sleeping Fish, Freezing Pond
standing at a one, Thoughts move too quickly to catch, You find your silence.
Laughter brought to tears somehow crunching beneath the padded tread of each foot; bark, bark quietly. The vignettes past are soft and fresh like the wet of a new kiss on lips parched of love. Red benches holding the future in their sagging curves; each uneasy arm and comfortable pierced belly button barely visible in … Continue reading Midnight Walk
Days I sit within the clouds, high on a fear of penetrating complexity Fear of heights falling through my neuro pathways, hitting synapses on the way down, and sitting safe on my ledge up in the sky I can store it in clenched knuckles and let it flow into the condensation. Days I sit beneath … Continue reading Equal Parts
Girl, The drumming surrounding you beats endlessly against my brain. Unnoticed, I sit a far way off, taking in the palpable air of serenity, that which you exude so softly. The guitars still strum their metal twangs behind, in front, beside me; intilling a sense of purpose, power, something significant and untouchable just like you. … Continue reading Girl
This is not for you. The image of the water running down my hair, Feeling the heat transfer like the Electricity of touch. Something that we never care of. This is not for you. Me pressing my face so hard that the Skin between fingers and jawline begins Aching. Wishing that it would all peel … Continue reading This is not for you.
"All things in mediation" we carve restlessly in our day-to-day the last concrete pillars of the past trend setters toga wearers they, bracing their minds between a round of olive branch we, bracing our thoughts between their dusty rotted words and yet heeding not. it is a common trope that we see and understand in … Continue reading Mediate
There is a way, there is a way in which your soft who-nose snugs into the slight crevasse of my right side where the dog bit me, where I provoked him and he pounced. your soft who-nose could cover it up, the subtle curve pressing away the cresent of a scar where I once cried … Continue reading Your Who-Nose
Today and today and today, We quicken the pace of our hearts, All too willing to dive soul-first the thirst for the human connection far beyond that which spans the collection of time and the globulous lacking of space. furthering our lack of empathy, we see the desert of our own psyche stretch out, dry … Continue reading Relate
Let's start with a spoon, the small metal object that one uses all of one's will to bend in circles because really "It's not a spoon at all" but rather an extension of your c o n s c i o u s n e s s ... which seems for some strange reason, whatever reason, … Continue reading Spoon: A short thought cycle