Wishing for long nights
To stay with me forever
I hide in the dark
.
(On the compulsion to hide from the world.)
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Wishing for long nights
To stay with me forever
I hide in the dark
.
(On the compulsion to hide from the world.)
Some love we vocalize daily, if we are wise
Understanding our fortune
Knowing how easily it could be lost
Knowing it must someday end
…
I don’t blame anyone but me.
It was all on me. Always.
I couldn’t adapt.
I couldn’t fit this odd shape
into any gaps I found.
…
Glowing with moonlight
From a clear sky
After a wicked storm:
Remember this!
No leaves have grown here:
This chilly spring reminds me
It all turns to black
Sometimes
it feels like
the greatest act of rebellion
I have ever done
when the thoughts
begin to stagger
when the sentences
are stuttering
when the will
is faltering
is
to choose
nothing
My high school French teacher
told us in class one day that it’s important
to be “comfortable in our skin”.
My skin is simply a boundary.
It draws a perimeter for the others,
dividing the delicate from the wilds.
It contains the sensitive ones, guards my vitality,
and houses a precarious family of slight dysfunction.
Don’t need no booze
Don’t need no weed
Don’t need no ecstasy
This ain’t no “high on life”
This just me
Seeking clear paths to
free everyone I’ve tangled:
I see only one
Night calls me to bed
The promise of snow lingers
Most unwelcome guest
11:59 pm