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I’m tearing up
(in eyes and paper)
for these
oppressed words:

previously silenced, but
now crying
from between the pages
of empowerment.

You pulled me
by my heartstrings-
helped me put shoe against bark
and really climb.
Helped me find myself
in the dirt and sharp air and rawness
of thigh against tree
(and thigh against knee).

Looking down, I shook to see
how far we had traveled together
and how small our past had become;
Looking up, your petaled eyes
shone blue against the sky-

I leaped fearlessly towards them
and we embraced as I fell for you.

Each nudging the other, we rose
from the safe ground
and eagerly into the night sky-
sure steps on frail branches
as we grasped at shadows.

Guided by the light in our eyes,
rushing forward, towards a mess of limbs
that quickly tangled with our own
Your form, far ahead and already becoming
one with the dark night-
I scrambled to find reassurance

and when I reached the top, standing high above
everything I thought I’d known
I searched for you,
but your face was only the pale moon
and I knew I was alone.

Your eyes are now shooting daggers
following deadly paths:
ripped velvet.
Torn, remembering our night of
hands and claws
and scarred clothing
that soon fell from our fingers-
disintegrated.
Unable to grasp
something so real-
unable to hold
what we had destroyed

but now, we remember
to fear the stars (leaving scars)
in our eyes.

I find pieces of poetry
throughout the day.
It sings in silent thoughts 
within my head-
simple statements that
flow, like music, but usually
disappear before they reach paper.

and so, I am never alone,
but am always accompanied by
my inner poems.

(And he’s watching me with
those eyes)…

Can you see me?
Who I am, who
my free-fall voice is
meant to be. 
I’m only meeting you,
but your eyes enter,
and search mine
like pooling truth.
Would you know me?
Age-old connections
bloom between faces-
a rebirth of humanity.

they’re all broken people.
crumbling, at their best.
who am I to command?
I must be broken like the rest. 

I wanted your smile to flush
like soft blush:
arriving daily to add color
where mine had drained.
And so you came,

with washing warmness
tinting our steps.

with golden light
painting our path-

the past year
dulls in comparison.

If you’re wondering about the lack of photos on here lately- one of the pins inside my Canon camera that go into my memory card is somehow snapped off. It’s tragic, since the cost to get it fixed is more than I paid for the camera. Any ideas on attempting to fix this at home?

The sky was spun
like netted brilliance-
clouds blanketed blue,
while in pinpoints
the light shone through.
My foot on the pedal
and towards the horizon
I flew suddenly, effortlessly,
to the sun.

 

Sun setted.
Dipped low, and floated
buoyant on
thick, cloudy color.

A careless landing
on artifacts divine- 
the pillows we shared
exhale your smell
for weeks ahead.

But for now,
they cradle memories
that ravage softly
my dreaming head.

All these photos of unhealthy, thin models on my dashboard… ugh, unfollow unfollow!