Thorns and longstems
Perfect form and bend
The right amount of spring
The green and delicate scent of flowers
Tasting of copper
Slipping into a vase
Droplets clouding the clear water
Poems
Hitting the wall and finding a haiku
These promising starts
fracture as hitting a wall
Beginnings are hard
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The journey of a heart
Oh’ cage my heart
It thump thump thumping
Against its cage of ribs
Looking to get out and be seen
But when heart shattered
it was able to slip past those bonds
And took up sentinel on my sleeve
It wept and screamed there
But it healed
Each piece its own
Each peace together
Each piece beating
Thump, thump, thump
Now I give away pieces of my heart
They scatter to the winds acting as scouts
Sometimes they come back broken
Eventually becoming more wanderer
Seeking
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Hiding in our lives from ourselves
These phases and phrases that pass us off as normal, do us few favors.
Normal is hiding, normal is manning up or doing as you’re told instead of what’s right.
It’s keeping silent and saying everything is fine when you’ve bought the gun.
It’s saying I need to work through this alone when being alone makes it worse but we enshrine independence as some kind of peak but it’s other people who lift us up.
It’s being cruel to get the laugh and watching their heart crumble a little.
It’s presenting strength and calm
when inside the storm is raging
and just one touch or word could make all the difference
but no one knows to say
because this facade we build is crafted day by day
and today it looks like any other.
Normal is the killer of dreams and the striving for the middle when the extraordinary is right around the corner.
It’s the lie we tell ourselves to make it all better, that this is normal.
That we have to accept this because most people do
but the truth is we don’t really know
because we are all trying so hard to present normal.
We’re dying from normal. We’re losing our selves to normal. We’re slipping away day by day feeding into the great churn of buy this, it’s normal.
But it’s not too late to steal their normal and make it steel toed boots and black dresses and 5 o’clock shadow.
It’s not too late to make this normal their weird. Weird is their term for different, for outliers.
Weird is my term for kindred. I like your weird. Be weird with me. Fuck normal.
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Of circles and bargains
When cast upon the dreaming
We’re split upon the wheel
Forsaken by renewal
Embracing exile
Dance fallow
Sweet groves
In heather sent
And boughs
Mask blight in shadow knowes
Drink blood aged black
Elderberry sweet and bitter
Scent feral kiss in rising moon
Make note of clef
Tongues clever shudder
Moan and befuddle
This ring of silent prose
Emerge dawning
Eyes weary with pose
Predestination and prophecy
My briar rose
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Mantra for the anxiety ridden
Today don’t pull away
don’t die a little
don’t worry that she’s not saying hi
don’t read anything into it.
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The human experience
I find no retraction
For this endless distraction
Serving up memes
Cold substitute for dreams
The night wears on and on
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Quiz says you Hannibal Lecter
How many engagements
Can I make without actually engaging
We learn the superficial
Our friends come down to this though
Which side of the dress debate you fall on
So much easier to hide behind glowing screens
Than come out to play with all that that means
We’re losing ourselves one day at a time
Looking without when it’s all sitting within
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Where do your ideas come from?
These phrases flit across the surface
Just beyond my grasp
They burrow deep
They sup at the well
Of muse and madness
Spring forth putrid fruit
Rotting and roiling
Spring forth ambrosia
Perfect and shining
The true of inspiration
Digs it’s roots
Deep
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Why they walk away
Too late
Too early
Too persistent
Too nonchalant
Too honest
Too mysterious
Too smart
Too ignorant
Too slow
Too fast
Too sexual
Too frigid
Too weird
But at least not too normal
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Circling crows
This river walks beside me
And I
In its stead
Swim
The birds
stare in silence
As I take up voice
to sing
The winds of coldest winter
Cease howling
In my breast
The storm wakes
Bound….
And bound….
And bound
The words come quietly now
As sleep eludes the dreamer
Pelgris 