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!
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.
Poem: Just Now
#8 of 2021 mental health crisis wrote this on a lark when a friend complained that i did everything "just now" with my poem writing. :p this moment is precious. this moment is peace. this moment is hope, and kindness, and light.