i want you to know
i sleep on your side of the bed now
out of spite
out of a bitter longing
to prove you wrong.
Category Archives: Poetry
Haiku To Grieve
reminded of it
everyone i left behind
every where i go
They’re All Richer Out West
All my love disappeared in California,
into the megalithic forests, hiding
between the trees and
ancient elders;
All my love slipped away into the sea
as the white sand pulled
something familiar
from my arms.
(Again and again I trek,
over and over I summit
without you.)
On and on the people flow
and you’re always there,
one of the familiar faces
amongst strangers, but
forever lost somewhere
in between.
Apology
My heart was broken too
over the realization
of what i had to do,
over how my truth ultimately
broke you,
over the simple fact that i couldn’t
un-know even though
i so desperately wanted to.
i wish i never knew you,
never had the chance to love.
Perhaps then we wouldn’t feel like
there was nothing we could have done.
i want to be sorry,
but i know neither of us are.
Perhaps that’s the only redemption;
our love was true until
it fell apart.
My love was true for you,
i’m so sorry
i broke your heart.
Gaia
she wears her scars as badges of honor
medals of valor and power
and yet
her scars are wounds
a crown of thorns and tombs
a stage that tells ancient stories
of humble defeat and hurt
of darker times when the heavens cried
and fire rained down on her
and after
life
the little that remained
the sacred seed of humanity
significant once again
her scars tell tales of old
legends of greatness and cataclysm
a forgotten memory to behold
reminding us of who we are
us remnants
us protectors of the ark
us guardians of the light
begotten of the long and barren night
her scars speak of this miracle
of resilient children learning to understand
our mother earth
as we are understood
by her
MEMORIAE
We are the ones
who know what it’s like
to look upon our other lives
like dreams.
We see them dance about
underneath our eyelids
and know that nothing here
is as it seems.
EXUVIUM
peeling layers of me apart
to scrape you out
one by one i shed
every tainted piece of me
that once was yours
until i am naked
and raw to the bone
i am mine
i am my own home
now
Too Much & Never Enough
7.20.20
For years you carried me
(in your pockets)
when I couldn’t carry myself.
I never wanted you to put me down.
But oh, how you’d remind me of how heavy I became.
Too much, always too much.
Desperate to avoid the pain of a cold bed,
lonely hands,
an empty womb,
I found ways to make myself easier for you to carry.
Lone Wolf
i enter the back door
into the devil’s territory.
i’m just passing through but
misery desires company.
trying to refuse is dangerous;
he knows my every weakness and
how to use them as weapons.
“just in time for a meal by the fire”
he smiles,
and i smile back
though flashing my teeth so he knows
i am a lone wolf at heart
and i will not be easily won over
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