Wednesday, August 19th, 2014

Clear paths are drawn
we know
in the sand of a clear conscience

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

These boots get broken in with this age of mine
But so admired new;
Are we then saints with scratches few
Or better worn with time?

Monday, August 18th, 2014

She made a plan to be herself
Though meals kept coming up,
we sat for a dark in the chill fall night
On a curb once red, maybe yellowed with grace
And we chipped away thoughts that we held to be truths
Like a tenuous teenager might,
But the moon wasn’t kind to her tears or my eyes,
And we walked for a distance, would a harbinger come
To let us know the cost of burgeoning
In a broken, belligerent society
That says girls ought to be
Or boys oughtn’t not
Or we’re all something wrong
If we’re all something worth, And our plans to be ourselves
Sit idly on
a chipped red curb.

Sunday, August 17th, 2014

I follow my strengths
From this day forward
my oar of self-doubt
Slips beneath a frothy current
And sail I on to where the rapids flow

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

I’d fight days over oceans to have what I desire,
I’d press fired coal against my chest to know that warmth,
I’d splay passionately about, let dart or arrow come over me,
to see my life’s direction - to know the pain isn’t all for the stele

Friday, August 15th, 2014

Of course detractors will subtly hint
that your project is feeble and futile at best
but a wind of love coming straight from the west
gives you warmth of commitment, a crossbeam of strength
The length of an endless daisied field
Speckled with the dark future lives you will light
If only you’d lift your arms and take flight

Thursday, August 14th, 2014

My corner gets smaller, I note
with age
while my room gets filled with these
beautiful experiences

Wednesday, August 13th, 2014

We each had capacities to dive much deeper,
But we chose entanglement on his
couch instead
where the fragile empty glasses lay
ominously at our feet

We wanted to say it was
more than a sign to
but stopped ourselves
before our feet got
wet

And we kept the glass intact
and brooding

Tuesday, August 12th, 2014

Ineffable charms, these wicked men whose
curtain rods hang never askew, we
force ourselves upon their sharper ends, merciless
groats we make of ourselves,
heinous martyrs of our lesser existence,
And perhaps those delicate few, who float
in pieces, like feathers, scraping gently against
their vicious spikes, can float up again, share
anecdotes wryly, sit on laps to wax, the woeful
moon in its depths, the guile and candor of these
precious vultures, who eat us alive with wild
thoughts, drag us through our own mud, begging
for us to beg for us to
stop. And each
silken scar a freshly woven trophy
for their malicious guild of pride, stitching
tableau after next of the horrors they’ve
championed, and we, the victim audience eagerly
throw money toward their cause, offer our
bodies, and elect their names to power, in exchange
for their protection from the unknown wicked, the
other wicked, whom we’re told is quite wicked, indeed.

Monday, August 11th, 2014

So
it’s not what you thought it would be
This
is not the life that you’d prayed for

I thought
you’d be happy to just be alive

You’ll see

You’ll see

Your expanse is only hidden for now.

Sunday, August 10th, 2014

Our shame lies directly in line with our
Unintentional days

But fostering new thoughts gives
New intentions bring
What we always had to learn
To be our shameful selves

Saturday, August 9th, 2014

We’ve repurposed ourselves
to much greater than
last night

We’ve begun a whole new chapter

Friday, August 8th, 2014

Though reason would say

I should have died

Twelve years ago

I still buy

Shoes

On eBay

Sometimes

Thursday, August 7th, 2014

His warmth perhaps
did its part
to vitrify my heart
in merry solitude

Wednesday, August 6th, 2014

We trip therefore
We pick up
Where we left off
When it’s ripped off
We change and
Wherever lives collide
We are grateful for the trip