bloggity blog, poetry

horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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bloggity blog, poetry

and love, anyway

I meditate in poetry Not inside it But the words that help to send me off The thoughts that help to ground me Are said in a voice that is fluent in metaphor Bilingual second language Imagery rich in vision and colour When I close my eyes I see myself Not as I look but… Continue reading and love, anyway

bloggity blog, poetry

blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

bloggity blog, poetry

phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

bloggity blog, poetry

for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

bloggity blog, poetry

the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am

bloggity blog, poetry

the madness beneath

Some days I feel my crazy slipping. My mind, the fragile beastie it is, plays tricks on me. Trying to convince me to give in. Just relax into, give in to my madness that lurks beneath the surface. Like sinking into a warm bath. That is when I am forced to grab a stick and… Continue reading the madness beneath

bloggity blog, poetry

flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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Too me

Too annoying Too much Too big Too small Too short Too smart Too mouthy Too ugly Too cute Too rude Too sweet Too vulgar Too trashy Too clingy Too unattached Too weak Too strong Too nice Too chatty Too friendly Too silly Too dark Too weird Too crazy Too straight Too ethnic Too white Too… Continue reading Too me

poetry

Not a motherfucking haiku

Loves the taste of honey Even though allergic to bees Asphyxia drowning Technically... it's not a haiku... lol I had one half of the poeminess (the nice half) represented in song form now there's a not-haiku representing the part that a lot of us seem to get stuck in. We get caught up with bad… Continue reading Not a motherfucking haiku