Thursday, March 17, 2016

Needle pulling

And it is still difficult?
Pull out already!
There is an imbalance and already a lack of surety ...
I'm melting here in this backwards seat.

She does not know and it blows my mind. 
I am special
Let it be stated in the heavens!
Our Father in heaven is great and above all!!!!

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

She made it to the gate

And am left sinking like always 
Sorry that this is where you step in to try and take refuge, but lettuce is not enough.
I'm over flowing with the need and I don't know the end point 

I think. Might explode
I think I might need to recover 
We shall see...

Monday, December 14, 2015

Strawberry Icecream

I checked the phone
And December came back with vengeance.
I checked the phone
And put it back down to snooze, but the alarm hadn't
I checked the phone
but, those words were still written across the screen.

I checked the phone.
And I knew there was no more sleeping.  I got up and went into the other room
I checked the phone
And decided I should call, because those words…they were still there.

I called back and we spoke for a while but the call was dropped.
I checked the phone
filed away, but still written…that phrase.

I checked the phone
And called via my computer to wrap up.
I had to get to work. What time was it?
I checked the phone.

And all the way to work I wore sunglasses as a mask because of what would pour out but that only lead to leaking so I got there and then comes the openness because I can not help it and it is the best way to be at a time that I must be all the broken that i can.

I breath

I check the phone
I go home and bake cookies. I am missing salt as well as the secret ingredient, but I bake cookies.


I keep checking the phone.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

cold wet feet

my feet are so cold
           but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
           but his will never be

It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
           but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
           but I'll keep counting

no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered



(breath)
         



           but i wither too,
                                    just
                                           much
                                                     slower.

Friday, October 30, 2015

with out words

hers is a persistent beauty, the type that won't let go.  Setting up camp for a long term campaign.
---
hers is a short term beauty, the type that fizzles out.  Finding herself empty, and with no source.
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hers is an intimidating beauty, the type men fear.  Lose of grounding in reality with prolonged exposure.
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hers is a violent beauty, the type that wreaks havoc.  She presents herself as a weapon to destroy.
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hers is an unseen beauty, the type that goes unnoticed.  Offering stability to those that invest in her.
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hers is a consistent beauty, the type that endures.  Observers turn to her with expectation regularly.
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hers is a considerate beauty, the type that differs.  She brings others along with her to every new level.
---
...

Friday, October 16, 2015

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.
Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.
It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

to be said

I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point

Pensil lead still lies
                                 a lot.