A place where you can be human.
The sadness
with its sharp oblong
teeth and low growl
riddled with past lives
I’ve stepped too right
(or too left)
It’s not the echoes that plague me
it’s the awkward digits that haunt me
It’s his bright blues that call me home
and if I don’t watch myself, I’ll
return to the arms that fed me
dark kisses every morning
Oh sadness my loyal friend
and lover
I’m already in awe of your greatness
I’m not waiting for you to be something new and different
Let the night hum at the moon
let the birds sing toward the heavens
Nest,
build,
prepare for what need to,
but do it with the peace you give me
the steadfast peace the kind that says
I’m never gunna leave
Switched a fork with a blade
to slide down the crease of your lips
Switched your life for just a little more labor
don’t that paycheck smell sweet?
Switch the truth oh the bitter sideways truth
that turns ladies’ thighs ceramic and and and
100% princess crystal
shattered to pieces
shattered
to
pieces
on a sunny day glistening like
glitter on the man made sidewalk
The small small infinite child
bites the hand
oh dare she bite that hand
that slick slithering hand
she squints and licks
a spoon carved from cheese
The eyes inside my head
blink away the dust
the feet inside my heart
hike mountains to get a view
and the soul of my soul
touches the heavens to share
what the world can’t see yet
What a breath of fresh air it is to just be
I will not be a slave to fear. I am brave.
I will not be a slave to oppression. I am free.
I will file the bars down with my callused hands, for freedom.
I will stand tall in a world that tells me to bow down, for bravery
This body has been raised up, to fight
this mind cracked wide open, to see
and this heart destroyed, to love as freely as a song bird sings
I have returned, not with vengeance but with strength
and determination. I may slow down, but I will not quit.
I may rest but I will always open my eyes with a renewed spirit
ready to run the race toward victory
This is what it means to to me to be alive.
She reached
into the back
of her mind
and let it all
flow.
ho……..me
She reached
into the depths
and let it all
rest.
s…….leep
She reached
into the heavens
and let it all
rise.
i….. am
It’s been a while since I wrote out a blog post. I’m hoping this post will cure my shoulder ache even though it’s not really even related to my shoulder ache
(besides my slouching). It’s funny how we do things that we think will fix a problem but it doesn’t exactly fix the problem. Sometimes it makes new problems on top of old problems. The truth is, my shoulder will stop hurting when I stop slouching while I write in combination with my youngest not needing to be picked up anymore. I’m in no rush to change either of those habits just yet (maybe the slouching). So this blog post is being created to heal my shoulder. Will it heal my shoulder? No. Will it make my life more enjoyable so the pain is less of an annoyance? Maybe. Will it add one more blog post to my collection of blog posts? Absolutely.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
Lance Armstrong
Whispers wash over her like waves
a closet with the light on
blue like the middle of the ocean
on a sunny day. The
tea
whistles
and the house settles
as she settles her thoughts.
Good Night, Mom
She pours her tea
as her feet shuffle
against the floorboards
She’s art I tell ya,
a masterpiece.
Two souls
chatter
reunite
and rise
Jayne.press