and why it’s important to know that. There are things that should be handled directly. And then there are things like flirting, that have a casual build up. I think it’s ok to be indirect with a sweet smile when you’re flirting. Because most times it takes so many words in order to really processContinue reading “Conversation is a Dance”
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Us and Our Art Space
You’re the words I want to hear and the voice I seek in the darkness. You’re the first person I think to call when I have good news And the one I run to with my bad thoughts I can’t help it Separate lives, shared thoughts Working together to create something With nothing but theContinue reading “Us and Our Art Space”
Being Alive
I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive. — Joseph Campbell I have spent far too long waiting for my life to finally begin. We are going to die, and I refuse to live one more minute of my lifeContinue reading “Being Alive”
Empty Fields
Ah here comes the depth Here comes the midnight walks In an empty field filled with ghosts And blood and Screams from so many past lives I’ve been here too many times To care much about the escape I’ve come this time to dance With the shadows -Sasch
Her Looming Shadow
I spin her round Like a top No, more like a dance partner She’s mad She’s not interested in being spoken to this way What does she know? She asks the heavens And I dig in I know about the sex I know about the dirty little things she does when she thinks nobody’s lookingContinue reading “Her Looming Shadow”
Uplift
I was determined to show up and love you where you were I propped my chest open to let some air in And then you had to go and critique my body I was fine I would have left unscathed But you had to talk about something I’ve taken years to love. Something that hasContinue reading “Uplift”
Can literature act as a preparation for life experiences?
Spoiler Alert Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White I vividly remember when I finished reading Charlotte’s Web in fourth grade. I cried when Charlotte died. Her loss left me in a strange place where I was contemplating death for days. I also remember the day my grandmother died. These two experiences are not the same.Continue reading “Can literature act as a preparation for life experiences?”
Dear Lover
The life you desire doesn’t exist with me It makes me sad I’m not the one for you I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you I’ve stepped away from the crowd I spend nights on the outskirts of town Contemplating the darkness within me I’ve nothing to give but words on wordsContinue reading “Dear Lover”
Martyr
My words have left for the hills They’ve been slaughtered Like the fattest calf And sent to the heavens In billows of smoke I hope god accepts them I hope he let’s me come in As spirit After the slaughtering I hope the priests eat well Their bellies full enough to teach And lead AndContinue reading “Martyr”
Solipsism
She’s gone snuffed out with just a thought not a person could save her or her body or her works dead and gone the gift of being mortal the gift of life to gift your body into the hands of another because there is no fight there never was pain is an act of lifeContinue reading “Solipsism”
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