before he led me like a lamb
to the altar,
he got me drunk.
take this and eat, he said,
hands on my hipbones,
soft thighs, soft sigh
for this is my body -
but he gave me no bread, only
bruises, and he gave me
new thorns for my head
and i bled
till sunday morning.
tell me:
who speaks of resurrection?
are you there,
mary magdalene?
mary, when
will easter come?
i'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
--
maybe i'll wish
on seashells
instead:
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
I won't be your phoenix,
your death wish
of maudlin words
stretched across this failing light.
I will not wear
new wings for you
that crimson you
were born with -
a mother's final wish
to keep out the winter
and weep.
But I will wait,
the flaw and beauty
of your youth
painted across your palms
as you hold up
the moon to meet me.
The beauty of heresy lies
in the words
withering on the vine
and all those sounds
I hear you
breathing under water.
I wait as
the chysallis of dawn
wears out its welcome,
skips the beating heart offered up
as ransom
and tries to make a home
somewhere
between your pages.
A blank page..
Is an empty face…
Staring dumbly….
Up at God….
Words unsaid…
Speak volumes…
From the mouth…
Of the bleeding soul…
The cold embrace…
Of Winter’s chill….
Is warmer than…
Blind acceptance…
I have said it all….
And have said nothing…
Why are you still here?...
This is the end…..
Be careful what you're standing on,
Stiletto heels and broken bones,
You know what they say
About glass houses,
People who live there
Shouldn't throw stones
It's just so hard..
I don't even know what to do.
It's so hard to breathe,
when we say goodbye.
That I didn't breathe and I died.
Is it the last time?!?!
cause I'm losing my mind
divide space by time and realign
the light in my mind is telling me what to do
but you hate me.
I'm crazy and lazy...
escape me, make me, or break me.
I just want everyone to be happy
then I walk in the door. SMASH!
My heart from my sleeve to the floor
I know it's happening again...
but when will this end?
Another manic implosion exploding in my head again
Let it begin...I'm ready this time!
My life has taught me so much about my own mind
Here I go in a shell of my d
Brave woman, let me cool your fire,
the one that resides in your chest.
Let your hair down and crack a smile
(for once).
And I know you can do it;
because once you knew happiness
but now it's spent on
whiskey and broken hearts
at the counter, that place
right before the sharp turn left
into hell.
Behind every one of your freckles
lies a story.
(Or a death).