what do you do with the whispers in your head? thinking all the time and never stopping to trust that inside you know you better than anyone else what are you capable of if you never try? desiring the change to come from everything outside to believe that by moving one step forward you’d be…
Tag: poetry
healing
sometimes you stumble across a piece of your life that gives you a tremendous amount of pain inwardly the emotional self wants to scream or cry but the disciplined self keeps you quiet and breathing staring straight head and the one thrashes around while the other stays still the other one doesn’t ignore the pain…
and to dance
as if i was moving through space with my hands like movement was my language when i drift side to side by side and then look up and see dedication within each purposeful step and i could bend my knees make a welcoming gesture and look before me out to the world like the world…
a poem for the sky
between the light of evening and the darkness of night blue sky whispers pink clouds that can barely be seen and the gulls flap their wings keep moving against the cold breeze and the wind picks up and swirls around you i see golden edged grass bending low i smell wet earth that sinks as…
these flowers
inside my ribcage contains millions of flowers just in case you were wondering it’s this neverending field that is covered with fresh rain dew drops sit on petals rolling off when the water has collected to the bottom each flower is dusted with pollen and when i breathe bees are like “hey wait there are…
unsaid
as i bend down to the ground hands clasp and i’m gasping but i’m in control you see i’m just this specimen on the plate squirming from the knife yeah? at least that’s what you think “oh shit she’s for real” but i’ve killed myself like seven times today while eating lunch nothing here to…
let me draw you a map
let me draw you a map this is so you don’t get lost i want you to know about the things in this world if you have a keen sense of smell, you’ll be good you will enjoy it here surrounding you is the scent of lime invigorating there are flowers everywhere they are kinds…
hand in hand we go
tumble backwards and forwards i want to tumble sideways into you and spread my hands on ground outstretch my fingers and reach for something i can’t quite hold i hold myself up to the light like i’m under a microscope and scrutinize to find the edge of a seam that runs alongside the edges of…
The Dynamics of Groove 