As hard as coming home has been, the open mic at PACE has made the week for me ( Read more... )

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Suffer in my hands,

pure lust evades me,

unto the human heart

I place no faith.

A canteen of trashed hopes

sways at my waist

with the motion of my hips

Brick walls shoulder-height high

let you see into my eyes

but keep you 3 feet away

Suffer in my hands

The cold glint in my eye

Is disguised by the warmth of my smile

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Its cute in a way that you cannot speak,

you need to have a cigarette, knees get weak

I turn my head in a puff of smoke,

to see your lips, I almost choke.

The stars are high above the tree,

under which we have taken to  flee,

to paint the moonbeams that is ‘we’.

Our kisses meet,

My god, your mouth is my defeat.

Waiting for my small pot of coffee to finish ticking, I had a minute to myself to think. I've have been, of course, thinking non-stop since I got here, but it's been the thinking that takes place in response to social situations and the forming of new patterns. This minute I discovered, revolved around me ( Read more... )

I have a love/hate relationship with those days that you expect to be fairly uneventful, but end up being chalk full o' stuff ( Read more... )

Within the confines of my four poster bed
You cry for mercy
and I cry for company

Undone is the tie we tied
Unwoven is the blanket of doubt

This is the story of understanding,
soft skin,
right and wrong

The secrets of this mind have hidden again
And your speech was tossed aside

I hope you find another me.

I have not died.
I guess thats the best news I can give you right now.

I ran away from home. But I'm going back tonight.

I took control in my heterosexual relationship. I decided that if I was going to do this, it needed to be the way I wanted/need it.

Feel free to rescue me at any point.

I have over-extended my limit.

I can't move without wincing in pain.

I'm crazy, but I get the job done.

So
Indigenous to
My feelings,
Pretentious to a fault, underneath my skin
Lies my truth
Entangled in the seemingly timeless  disposition of ‘we’