plethora
this is my plentitude
this is my joy
this is deficiency
my need to destroy
my heart is in peices
my soul on the floor
it’s battered and bashed
and yet it wants more
my personal plethora
of bad and the good
if I was to explain it
I don’t think I could
this weight on my chest
was put there by me
the weight of only absence
the weight of being free
this abundance of bounds
and the weight of this chain
keeps spiraling downwards
I imagine this pain.
this girl is a waste.
she deserves so much less
there is some who can love you
but not make a mess
if I could give you my happy
your sad I would steal
to see that smile on your face
finally be real.
Delicious Waters
Sprinkling starlight on
the seafoam frosting
at the edge of the
unknown ocean
And watching it
sink with a sparkle
beneath the glaze
of the gleaming waves
Letting my feet sink
into the spongey sand as
my toes touch the
water baked in moonlight
Never forgetting the
taste of that syrup
sweet sunset across
those delicious waters
to my sun ray.
you are blue
blue girl
blue eyes
blue heart
a thief
who stole
stole my breath
stole my pride
stole my spirit
broken beyond belief
but completely perfect
so beautiful
you told us of your troubles
bravely and without hesitation
crying
eyes red
we listened
with rapt attention
was that when i knew
that i loved you?
or maybe it was later
when you had to step out
i followed you
and you sobbed
angry at yourself
angry at what you thought
was deficiency
when really
it was just humanity
you told me i’m a good listener
that’s just for you, though, love
even now most of my friends never knew about you
about what you mean to me
will always mean to me
blue girl
with the crystal clear eyes
and sharp mind
we loved each other at the same time
but could never say
just quite how we felt
neither of us knew until after
don’t you wish we would’ve?
oh, we would’ve been something
something amazing.
you
were numinous
to the blue girl
with the blue eyes
and the blue heart-
thank you.
on future dreams and course corrections.
a failure.
i’m a damn failure.
everyone around me says otherwise,
but how could i possiblity believe them,
when i don’t believe my own mind?
the world will keep spinning
and i will treck forward.
it’ll be okay.
eventually.
i feel mad.
at myself.
at those around me.
this is going to be a lot of sleepless nights.
maybe it can be fixed?
not that it matters.
nothing seems to matter much.
all i ever wanted was to heal
and it seems like every brave step forward
just sends me careening out of control.
is life supposed to feel
like falling uphill?
swallow my fear
just keep going
the future won’t wait
for my empty emotions
but i wish it would
just slow down-
i’m still here!
of course nothing will ever wait.
not for me.
not for you.
not for anyone else.
the wheel keeps rolling
and it won’t stop
even if i get crushed beneath it’s weight.
and i also hope
that the one person
i most need
will finally see
what i really need.
t.j. says i should just be more honest.
more honest.
more open.
what, just like i should simply strip off this exhaustion
and reveal the ‘okayness’ underneath?
i’ve been told
this isn’t a failure
that my path just requires
a course correction
a course correction.
my ship is sailing
through tumultuous seas
and the mast has been torn down
but it can be repaired
even still.
a course correction.
i can work with that.