Wednesday, August 7, 2013

day 326

ode to the fuck youz

fuck

not being able to curse
to curse bad luck upon other beings
to not being good enough
for your blood
the thick water and the musk
the cave and the street puddle
pot hole
crooked road
unpaved pave way needs some saving
save the way, pave the
way
the wrong way.
the one ways
the claustrophobic two ways
the two way streets turned no way
waiting by the phone for the voice of your lover
that doesn't love you back
for thinking he still loves you back
for not wanting him back
for her wanting to be friends
and him coming off too strong
pop one off with your teeth
alcoholism
prohibition
tax free weekends
nothing is ever real, ever cheap, ever worth it
the worthless price tag 
the worthy priceless vandal
street graffiti and the thoughts you let rot in your dome
the head game
the get ahead of the game
the playing the game to win and winning nothing
the bittersweet feeling of losing
of dying
of not breathing
the breathless sigh of a goodbye
and the see you laters
see you tomorrow
Saturday, Sunday,
don't wanna see you Monday 
the I don't wanna see you this week
let's run
limp legs and numb organs
playing your wedding song at your funeral
in the chapel
married six feet underground
poor excuse to spend the rest of your life grounded
being held back
tied down
anchored
letting someone sink your ship
declare this a battlefield
name this your the next war cry 
keep it in your shoe
close to soul
and heal

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

day 325

I said, don't worry,
   maybe we really will find each other again.
   Wouldn't that be grand?
   We can live in each other's mouths again. All
   gem  and  jewel.
Used to wake up to your sweat and dirt
on the other side of the mattress.
   Cloud sweet and sun showers.
   I always wonder what happened between us.
Two tragic lovers trying to find peace of mind
in broken pieces of each other.
   I found myself by stabbing and stabbing.

You are too afraid to go to bed with the new
   girl you find yourself wanting to hold.
I said, maybe she's the girl
   maybe she's the one with the bittersweet brand new
   sense of innocence.
You say, I'm excited for all of this.
   I am leaving.
I think, I wonder how it feels to have you leave.

Monday, August 5, 2013

day 324

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Sunday, August 4, 2013

day 323

So this is what the weight of a million shattering hearts feels like. On the edge of your tongue, the sharp glass and broken concrete. Scrape a bit of your kneecap and learn to scab. Learn to heal. Not to pick at every single attempt to heal your broken skin. We want to free ourselves, we say. We learn to fly without compass and distraction. When your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, you tell yourself this will indeed get better by tomorrow. You will wake up in the morning and feel the warmth of a shy sun prying itself out of monstrous clouds. You will laugh at the thought of being shard. The thought of being another drought. Another day without root and balance. Tomorrow you will wake up and stand tall. With your back against the wind and your palms reaching for the tide. Tell the ocean to wake up, stop carrying the sadness away with its bellows, learn to sing with the whales, the bottom feeders, the sand. Learn to sink. Slowly. Without your will. Lose your power. Stop trying so hard to be the wave. Be the crash tide. The salty sadness and sweat. Drain yourself of all and any possible ways to stay afloat. Teach yourself to drown. Stop trying so hard to tread against your newly lost lover's breath. His scream. His desire to harmonize with your gasp of a breath. Sink. Completely. Immerse yourself in lost cause. There is no familiar cry to sing. Our lungs are filled with shrapnel. Battlefield litter and the torn limbs of your past lover's voice.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

day 322

I kept it a secret because I was really young. It led me to a long road of self destruction and self harm. I was killing myself and I did very inconsiderate actions that not only affected my life, but also those around me. It wasn't until I was 18 until I decided to talk about it. I was becoming reckless and I finally sought comfort to my sister. Now I write a lot of poetry about it to speak out for those who don't have the voice yet. I suggest you speak when you are truly ready. This is your story and no one can tell you to share if you aren't ready. I hope you are reading this with a warm heart and I am sending you a lot of comfort and love. You are a survivor. 

Friday, August 2, 2013

day 321

reversal
(Friday)

you give back what you receive. my lover's favorite word must be reciprocity. what you know, you teach. what you teach, you learn. what you learn, you love. you share. you breathe, live around, surround yourself in a forest filled of broken hearts and man made river. learn to swim. grab the tide with your fingertips, let it absorb you. drown, learn to float. learn to breathe underwater. to swim again. find the faith you've been ignoring. summon it with the voice of your abuser. the person who hurt you the most. yourself. learn to forgive. 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

day 320

future
growth
lover
friend
sister
daughter
teacher
poet
truth
strength
survivor
woman
feminist
Home
warmth
Lowell
voice
day by day
artist
believer
prayer
faith
open heart
open mind
body
soul