Categories
Poetry

Raging Humanity

Where do I put the pieces of me

that I do not wish to see?

Where do I put the pieces of others

that cut my gentle flesh

and baste me in the black oil

of smiles and lies?

Are we not all perfect, here?

Are we not all, nice?

Tied in the sweetest bows

of comfort and light

are the stories we tell.

Tied by the jagged boundaries

of our own

raging

humanity.

Open your eyes.

It is time

to wake

up.

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Categories
Life

The Cupboard Of Me

In the cupboard of me

you will find a heart that is love,

a mind that is scattered,

a wind that is soft and warm,

a day that will never end.

In the cupboard of me

you will find ingredients

unknown

and strange.

You will find

all of life

in the cupboard of me.

Life for the choosing.

Life for the taking.

Categories
Life

This Beautiful Sadness

I’m down in the depths of me, today.

It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that.

This beautiful sadness.

It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave.

It flows through my veins until there is nowhere left for it to go but out.

Onto this page.

Into new hearts— yours, his, hers, theirs.

I was always told this bliss only lives in happiness.

But this is not happiness.

This is an ache.

This is the most beautiful ache of all.

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Categories
Life

The Cup Of Tea That You Are

You’ll never be everyone’s cup of tea.

Might as well be the cup of tea

that you are.

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Categories
A Blog a Day in May

Everything I need

I close my eyes to the world

and then there is only me.

When there is only me

I can feel.

I can see.

I can know

everything I need to know.

And

when I need to know more—

I close my eyes.

And I come back

to me

again.

Back to the only one

who knows my answers.

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