Saturday, March 15, 2014

Upside Down

I was born in the air and I've been reaching for the ground, never knowing that I was facing upside down.

The pocket in my heart is full of demons just for me. If I never let them out then I will never be free.

You are good and you are beautiful. You are happy and you're true. How could I ever think that there is better than you.

I've been looking up and down and out, I've been holding all the hands. Now I want to shed my skin and start again.

I was born in the air and I've been reaching for the ground, never knowing that I was facing upside down.

(I want music for this)

Sunday, March 2, 2014

If This Is Not The Ocean

If this is not the ocean,
The waves will soon stop pounding
My heart against these rocks.
The undertow will soon stop pulling
My heart out to sea.
The salt will soon stop wetting my cheeks,
If this is not the ocean.

Then I'll crawl out
And dry off
And gaze out,
Blank-eyed, 
Over the puddle
That I so narrowly escaped.

Rosary Of Reasons

A litany,
A mantra,
A rosary
Of reasons.
Security,
Remember?
Identity
and depth.
Don't forget
the things
he lacked,
the things
he didn't see
in you.
Close your eyes to his eyes and his arms and his silence and his self and
Remember.
Repeat.
A litany,
A mantra,
A rosary
of reasons.
Each bead
another breath,
another minute,
another step
not in his
direction.