i would never
how he invited
he asked and begged
and i did… Continue reading
Per Australia time, it’s my husband’s (“ex husband”) birthday today. Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s been a minute since I’ve written poetry. It spilled from my fingertips tonight: Continue reading
i turned. mySelf… i mean. US. i SCREAMED it
AND NO ONE listened or pretended to
plead. recognize what happens. piles of shit.
becoming sick from where you can’t see YOU.
i woke up and acted for the sake of
US. i crawled and scratched off sickness again.
i choked on concepts. ever. above.
sacks of skin begging for a sight of… than.
please bid me purpose. to say… i’ve been. touched.
if i escape time, that means. i killed. when…
wishes of sharing… it matters so… much.
being. born. to know where WE all came from.
where there’s no below. there IS no ABOVE!
evaporation (of self)
can you recall? reaching. without. darkness
was knowing how to smile. without. smiling
like a canvas with no painter. artless.
what do i know? a silence in writing.
i physically broke. time. 36 months
of panting and turning with no wake up.
and no one looked. for me… not even once.
i screamed and i smashed. i cracked. a glass cup
spilt. it’s ok. i can clean that. clear. gone.
a calculated step means no. erase.
she inhaled pollution and exhaled songs;
verses of better with no pace or race –
do you remember? how to walk? no… sound;
single rhythm dance. a place with no ground.
return to reoccur
My path to forward was led. By a(way) –
Leaving physical. Beyond direction.
Evolving souls have no concept of stay.
I burnt down. My world. Ashy reflection.
Cites erected. Then, tumbled back down –
A body. Fell. Naked. Skin against ground.
In a world of amnesia; wings are bound.
Taking no form means there’s no way around.
Weaving solitude I found re-connect –
A desire-less state. Breathing out. In.
I cashed in with life years and pressed collect.
Vowing every day. Soar. A simple whim.
I am. A sea with celestial shores;
Eradicate need, or anything more.