Won’t mind its own business Jumping from the Truths Lane and Fear Lane. Kidnapping me from good relationships Under threat of “What if I…” The binds are relaxed, But I am trained Not to test fate, When fate is stressed. Rarely do I slip away quietly, But sometimes I do Let’s hope momentum Breaks theContinue reading “My Mind”
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Wishful Thinking of You
A reminder in the mail Of the years between The promise of the past And the absence of present I don’t mourn that which is not gone I honor what has existed, And create what I seek, An opportunity, a hug Yet to be. To be.
The Rubber Sh*ts hits the End of The Tunnel
I am a little girl With big ideas And a stunted, Yet full grown body. And I could be representing clients In the coming months. I’m not kidding. Me, The little idealist, Tripping on my fury More often than my fears now. My mantra has never been “I will win and they will lose,” But…Continue reading “The Rubber Sh*ts hits the End of The Tunnel”
Space
It’s hard to not thinktaking up spaceIs magnetized a bulletTo the metal bulleton my chest I walked into a Courthouse,One for the “little people”even as I am a rung aboveAnd climbing, I feel the urge to explain,To repent,for taking up spaceI know my value And my otherness I cannot shake the delusionThat it is myContinue reading “Space”
Holding a Spiral
Spiraling worlds are not always moving. Just as the mirror which cries “the sky is falling;” Reflects the stars on a shooting spree. I can hold a spiraling world in place With a dot at the end of a page.
Competing
With myself Is possible if I can except that The payoff isn’t scenes now But, in the years to come. No one else will know the cost. I march forward.
Loud. A Hammer for a Screw
Loud was a personality trait Loud and proud. The silence quicksand I fought. But sound, Is so often the tearing open Of emotional scars An auditory, “That isn’t my reality! See me! Hear me!” Because I expect that all society sees, At best, Is “inspiration porn” And I cut off my nose To spite them.Continue reading “Loud. A Hammer for a Screw”
Opinionated Girls Like me.
We aren’t safe to argue last In a group of “to be’s” The opinionated girls Get worked up Needled for hours And holding back For hours. And when the judge, Honored or haughty, Calls your case, Only to lead you, Hands and feet tied, To a firing line of questions, Where only the mouth canContinue reading “Opinionated Girls Like me.”
Process and Pricing
If “just writ(ing) down what comes” Is the cure for writer’s block; I must relapse every other day. The flow has yet to strike, I hear of a non-discript ‘zone ‘ But, much like science fiction, It has no address or code. Thus, empty white electrons Whose shine demands space, Give me vertigo Until blanketedContinue reading “Process and Pricing”
Year One
Two deaths, 38 migraines, One fuzzy terror love-ball. One ER Visit, With no care. Eight passing grades! Eight passing grades!! Three visits from a cute baby-ok- maybe not so baby-niece, And each one perfection. Thousands of doubts, And hundreds of millions of questions, of self, and material. And I more will come. [To my family]
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