Waiting It Out

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This miasma, foul air
Vapor from the shameless exhales of chatter
Pollute my lungs with every patient breath
Leaving a residential tar more cloying
Than this cigarette, or any other
Crutch I have leaned upon

In these eyes lurk a feral glow of savagery
Are you so blind that you would smooth my jagged shape with polish
Because I’m blurry about the edges, and ill-defined?

Do you think adjusting your gaze intently
Will alter the reality of my flesh and bone?

I will meet you here naked in the golden light of dawn
Bare, shameless in my possession of flesh
This moment is mine, immersed in solitude
Yet no walls defend my gratifying silence

I would welcome the song of two heart beats dancing
While this rain whispers “yes” to every denial
Opposing each fear you unwittingly buried
Or uttered with shame in that silence you covet

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Reflection

The smile that is reflected in the mirror has a twist, an unintentional smirk
At the irony of life, how our light
Is found on the darkest inner pathways we walk

To be honest with yourself is a monumental effort requiring bravery
Facing your demons with nothing to arm yourself with but a sharp wit and steel spine
Perhaps that is what makes you… Or breaks you

We all slip on our assent up the mountains within us
To persevere or to surrender is one of the few choices we possess
In this world revolving, spinning madly in a void
Of space we maintain around the orbits of others

When We were Stars

Sometimes I think it would be easier if we could be alone, but alas, we are an animal that craves the comfort of its own kind. Because of this, we are constantly giving up small pieces of ourselves, and filling those empty spaces with the pieces of another. Constantly compromising ourselves for the company of others who, despite their love, are cloying and ignorant of the stars behind your eyes.

So you attempt to bank your inner fire so you don’t burn others, but in loosing the flame you have lost the heat. Desperately you reach for the warmth of another, even as your heart craves the solace of mountains.

Struggling to maintain a balance between empathy and entropy, you age slowly in the privacy of your pages, recalling the nights when you shone fiercely in the darkness, burning with prose, and others made wishes upon your light.

Hey There Sister

Where to? I ask you
Anticipating not ever, the words were true

Yet despite circumstances, your own inner ache
Never did you attempt to be shallow or fake

To be aware of your faults makes your message hit deeply
The flavor of your words I hold close, they keep me

Remembering, to look further afield
To never forget the power I wield

In the stroke of my pen, in my moderation of thought
Such perspective our unique confluence has wrought

Aloha for being just who you are
Uniquely shining in your constellation of scars

You have given me the space to find my way
As well as the illustrative words to say

I appreciate the person you have chosen to be, And remain blessed to bask in the shade of your tree

 
To my Soul Sister
C

Let The River Take Me

To this river held in the arms of red earth
Whispering to my dreams

I thank you

When mountains crumbled and forests shook with the violence of Autumn
This river hummed those songs of bone
Of blood in my veins and my heart pumping with life

Always in the background the reverberation of flood
That drumbeat memory of ancestors and hunt
Pounding in my ears the resonant song
Of water…. Of knowing

Making My Own Gravity

Letting go, empty air and wind rushing past my ears

No redundant metaphors of wings to uplift me

This moment is clarity, honed by the rough edges of solitude

I awaken, even as I gently persuade myself to sleep

Stars burn hotter than my poetry

Their eyes peer at me from behind the veil of of clouds

I nod to them with knowing

I too once combusted, was set aflame with the Fire of existence

I know the glory, and the anguish of passion

Yet here in my seat, the conclusion of that inferno

This mortal body carrying the dust of my genesis

I realize that I am what the stars themselves become

When they die so gloriously and spread their elemental seeds

To build this vessel who looks up at them with wonder

Feeling small… And powerful

#me too

My response to the movement happening. I’m not on twitter or Facebook or any other media outlet other than this blog so… this is what I have to offer

Not a sob story but a reminder that woman have been fighting this quietly for a long while, and Ani just… says things honestly

So here