There is too much fire in me
There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip. If I were to draw that across my flesh, it would all spill out at once. I'd melt, eaten whole by flames, and flow into a pool of molten silver. I would be borne up...
When I fall, I will remain whole
I keep hoping that, one day, I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree. Fully formed, sexless, Conceived without desire or intent. My body will be virginal and clean, My mind fresh, my soul at ease. The tree, behind me, will stand crooked,...
Poem: Lifemates
#11 of 2021 mental health crisis i have a complex relationship with death... death and i are companions rowing e're forward with sticks; death and i are companions from the my smile to his shining white lips.
Poem: Horses
#15 of 2021 mental health crisis i had a therapy encounter with horses the other day and got to walk a miniature one around campus. i don't know how to read them though, so they did most of the work!
Sickness and in health.
How am I you ask? Well I must say I'll be fine as soon as this pain goes away I'll be fine when I lose a few twenty-one pounds and my cough isn't really as bad as it sounds The sight in my eye will return they say as soon as this pain in my head...
Bruise Vision
## I **Geese level:** _Unnerving_ -- **Expect:** _anxiety_ A hundred geese overhead -- A thousand -- A million -- Heady scent of premonition. Acrid tang of ill omens. Portents. Too much meaning In too small a space. * * * ## II **Geese...
Poem: Finally Sleeping
#6 of 2021 mental health crisis i don't even know how to describe this one, but it's a cw for suicide for sure. cw: suicidal imagery ---------------------------------------- i never knew what rest meant. i never know i was tired.
Poem: Being Seen
#4 of 2021 mental health crisis a sad poem about my mom refusing to see me as the person i am. not being seen, by others. not being seen, alone. not being seen, forever. not being seen, alone. not being seen, i worry. not being seen, i tear.
Poem: Compliments
#14 of 2021 mental health crisis i never feel them, even though i wish i could. compliments are bouncing off, compliments, unheard, compliments that shake our mind and threaten our whole world.
Poem: Slippery Crying
#16 of 2021 mental health crisis wires and tightropes and catches oh my, my heart can't withstand the pain; wires and tightropes and things i despise, my mind can't withstand the rain.
Poem: Madness
#12 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem that's just a little bit crazy. :d madness is wonderful and madness is kind; madness is terrible, and madness is mine.
Poem: My Art
#3 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem about why i need to live. my gift is needed here. it waits in the darkness where no one can hear. it holds a candle, always. it loves and it lives and it laughs. it hides, always.