Titanic

You know you're in trouble
When you drown yourself to save another
When all you were ever taught
Was to try to fix things
Even at your own expense

11/3/2015

Fern Gully

I drove a railroad spike
Into my heart
In order to break the chainsaws
That tried to cut me down.

On Coming Out

So that I may start another year as myself

Swimming

Three years and I've pried probably
nine out of ten of your fingers
from their vice-like grip around my soul.
You used to choke me, physically and spiritually,
but I held my breath.  And now at twenty five,
my breath only ever catches
when I stumble on your memory.

Note to Self (Make Room)

The world has a lot of love to give you.
Keep your heart open and let love flow out.
That will make space for their love to flow in.

Bound

Two creatures tied together by their misery,
Too afraid to let go of what they know,
Too familiar with the other's moods;
     There's only a few.
One home made of anguish and torment,
One arbiter between the world and soul,
Won over only by the prospect of discomfort;
     There's only so many paths.

9/3/2015

Witch

I can feel my powers reawakening.

Autobiography

Perhaps the only place a soul's life history
     could be told would be in poetry.
To be explicit, to be literal about me
     is to be truthful superficially,
But too much abstraction, telling it metaphorically
     is a story told artificially.

My whole life I've been a writer,
     and as you can see here, also a rhymer.
Poetry and writing allow me to life decipher,
     acting as designer and healing as survivor.
Creating forces me to ascend above transcriber.
     I enlighten, I live, I am wiser.