POETRY
I enjoy writing poetry in my free time, and it has been a very healing experience for me to express myself.
Please enjoy a few of the poems I have written below:
MOMENTUM
What I thought of as before has
simplified
and simplified again.
From a concert hall to a single dancer on center stage, in the spotlight, and then there is only me
and the spotlight
and both are me.
This waltz, dance of push and pull, madness dripping from my lips, my brow.
I bow
I writhe with the fury of hell and the blossoming of a flower in the spring.
I am both.
The nasty wild animal, tearing with my teeth through flesh and fear.
I am the first peak of a fresh green leaf through the soft soil as the sunlight glimmers on the dew.
I am the rage of destruction, violence, chaos, wrath, and war.
I am breath, beauty, hope, purity, joy, and prosperity.
I am in the dumpster juice running through the streets and the pigs crowded in cages, rank in the stench of suffering on their way to slaughter.
I am in the anthills, and the starfish, the dandelions and the egrets.
The lice on the head of starving children, the fly trapped in a spiders web,
the speck floating in the ocean, surrounded by nothing really at all.
Alone
in all of this
I am
yet ever so
Aware
For there
Is a watchful eye.
Who watches me, who watches all?
Says I?
Seer of all things, surely, that could be seen, by a seer such as me.
And what might they see? Looking across a mirrored way? From darkness, from shadow, from all the unknown?
Who goes there?
I can not get away.
Every step I take it mimics me, until I can’t quite tell who’s who
Hello my dearest shadow,
they told me you might come.
What a delight to have a friend such as you to accompany me through the rest of my life.
A partner, a companion, is that not what I lost?
What I have sought to gain?
Have I not lamented time and time again, alone in my head?
Alone, in my head.
What have you got to contribute?
What’s the goal?
What’s the agenda?
Quiet slime creeps in and cools the tips of my bones and makes my eyes heavy in my head.
A slow and melodic lulling which I have never known pulls me down and down, like a wet, wool coat.
My friend, why do you hurt me?
What have I done to deserve this discomfort?
Mimicking again,
I see.
Is it him or me?
Why again, I wonder, would you do this to me?
Stop, you are hurting me.
I am hurting myself.
I pull the curtains back and draw the blinds.
Is that really you?
Has this been true the whole time?
Some sort of switcheroo.
I can breathe again, but I’m sad to see,
the light has scared away my only companion in the night.
So I amuse myself for a while, until he comes to haunt me again.
And again we shall play the game and dance the dance.
As a sweet molasses draws me in, kissing my hand.
I love myself I think, I feel loved.
I know myself I think, I feel known.
I trust myself I think, I feel trusted.
You’ve never been more beautiful than you have already been before.
You have never been more greedy than the greed you stole from yourself.
The crayon drawings on the walls under my bed in the trailer and the textbooks full of charts and citations racing through my mind.
Every form of outward expression, every mark with a pen.
An emphasis, a meaning, a purpose. A decision, a choice, a reason.
A moment.
Potential to kinetic.
Momentum.
COMPLEX
How sweet it is to be loved by who?
Me?
Why am I always looking for what I can’t
see?
Just wanna eat something tasty
Find something that makes me want to try a little harder
To find a purpose
Or something to do with myself really
While I do everything else
As time passes me by
And sometimes I cry
And that’s okay it’s all the same
Really
Temporary fixes, boxes of cake mixes, shopping carts
Photo journals
Staring at an empty hall, a blank canvas, a barren wall
White, pure but sickly sweet
Rot your teeth
Meek and mingled
Feel it tingle
Send the tweet
Brushing my hair, staring in the mirror, drink a glass of water, repeat.
Hair gets longer, I got taller. Smile no brighter. In fact, maybe less bright. Teeth only get yellower don’t they? Unless you bleach them?
I think bleach is unfair. It’s kinda scary how bad it smells. Reaks, you gotta dilute it.
Don’t get that shit in your eye. But it will get the sweat stains out of your favorite t-shirt so you can pretend like you aren’t totally freaking out
Having control over myself, dyeing my hair, my clothes, my makeup, my choice.
I do my laundry, I make my bed, I clean my house. I hang with friends, I feed my snake.
Intertwined am I with who I was
and will be,
who am I now?
Know now how who I was/is/will might make me more: me
Wow
The cow jumped over the moon woohoo
Did you get a chance to see it or have you been staring at your feet all day?
Ride the tide inside
Hold tight
Let go
Mississippi mudslide - eat some nutritious food today - don’t decay - you may delay, but don’t partake in the flaying of your own flesh for your complexes’ sake
SURVIVE
Circles and circles
Lines and lines
Dot your I’s and blot your eyes
Every moment feels like I can’t last much longer, and then I do it again. And it gets more complicated and involving.
I want to evolve it. How does this mechanism work?
Many moving parts, mini shopping marts, empty parking lots, and dust
and dust
and dust
What’s the difference? Where is the line?
Lines
and lines
and lines
Or lines in a song or in a book or a poem
Or a painting
Or a building
Circles and lines, lines and circles
Forever
1
0
1
0
1
What else?
What beauty
The rainbow
A spectrum
God’s promise
HARM
I know I’m being mislead
a fly caught in a spider’s web.
I’m cursed
This isn’t my first
I’m overthinking
My faith is shrinking
You keep winking
I keep flinching
Dazzling charm,
Does me such harm
It’s not real
I’d be ignorant to feel
You’re just here for the physical
But you’re still the one I call when I’m getting metaphysical
You act like I’m wrong, but you reach for my thong, and you sing your song
about how I’m so strong
I play along
I know that you’re wrong
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You think I know nothing, act like I’m crushing, you got me blushing, but I know that you’re bluffing when you talk about trusting, because you’re rushing, you’re all about touching, but not here for cuffing, my soul your crushing, but I’m still fronting like all your gushing and fussing still got my heart pumping but all you care about is humping and fucking and cuming
It’s disgusting
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, and the girl who cried wolf,
The hunter and the prey, but dear god I pray
This is only an illusion, an infinite delusion, I always feel like I’m losing
I can’t decipher what’s genuine anymore
It feels like I’ve been led down this path before
Cruising down a road that ends in disaster
I feel like I’m not my own master
Like I know what’s gonna happen and its gonna happen again
So sure in fact that I would write it in pen
Will anyone really love me?
For all that I can be?
How can I tell?
God this is hell
Well-founded trust issues
Reaching for tissues
You keep telling me “it’s you”
But what me do you see
When you don’t hold me while you sleep
You praise my soul
Like the others before
But everyone lies
Especially guys
​
I make it too easy
You say
Baby
I want you
Baby I need you
Well of course you want me
But you see
You want me on my back, on my knees,
You smile big and say please
Put me in your mouth
But this body of mine is only a house
And you don’t need me, you could do this yourself
I feel sorry for him, he’s missing out
The best part of me is not between my legs
Yet he still begs
Too blind to see the reality
As he breaks me, takes me, he’s getting all he wants
But someday, one day
That’s all he’ll have left