• Me: Grab a plate and throw it on the ground.
  • You: Okay, done.
  • Me: Did it break?
  • You: Yes.
  • Me: Now say sorry to it.
  • You: Sorry.
  • Me: Did it go back to the way it was before?
  • You: No.
  • Me: Do you understand?

Anonymous:
Description: Her heart was a stormy wonder, perplexed by a man and his kind. Her gregarious eyes, softened by the blue sky, searched for infallible persons, but to no avail. Her innocence radiated a flowered wall. Yet her bold perception of reality permeated as a fire that pales the sun.

this is beautiful. thank you

Anonymous:
She was day dreaming rivers and snow capped mountains. I thought about kissing her perfect rose ribbon lips a lot knowing those her beautiful blue eyes would never fall on me. Her eyes. Her eyes always looked like she was about to cry about the most beautiful thing. Her body curved like a winding back country road and I loved her. Oh how I loved her.

I want to be her. 

I like my body,
until I have to wear clothes
in public.

How can my heart feel
broken but full — it beats
mechanically but murmurs
peacefully. How am I
suppose to survive this
conflict inside myself?

ellipsis

I’m afraid I’ll never know,
as each day falls away with another
ounce of silence hanging from
my bones and strings 
from my heart knot themselves
into the ideals of what my dreams
told me was suppose to be,
and you’ll become the lingering
taste on the tip of my tongue,
the bitterness of once was
and you’ll never have an ending
but fade into an ellipsis.

Simple reminders

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Simple reminders

There is a man standing
on a mountain, feet laid
bare, holes in his hands.
Blameless, with a crown
of thorns. He asked us
to have faith like a
mustard seed and showed
us how to love. With his
last breath he gave
his Father the glory
and said my name.

It’s not enough:
stay with me.
I want you to be
with me in the dark,
to come right to the
edge and see what’s there.

Brunch in bed with friends.

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Brunch in bed with friends.

I don’t know what’s going to happen. I sometimes don’t want to know what’s going to happen. I feel like even if I knew what was going to happen I wouldn’t even realize it was happening.

It just amazes me how one thought can feel like eternity and eternity will feel like one thought.

stitches

we are like a notch
in the wood work of
an old home, weathered
with time and the faded 
floral wall paper that holds
memories of generations,
we are hearts sewn together
a thousand times because
our humanity is fragile—
and just as the dust
of the earth kicks up
in the winds, our legends
last as long as we’re spoken
about until we’ve vanished
from lips laced with love—
a permanent marker
isn’t even permanent but
love always leaves a mark.

I feel misplaced—
my corners sharp
and toes barely
hanging off the
edge, and the world
spun (a whirlwind
kicking up the
dust of the earth)
I realized I could
fall at any moment
and I wasn’t yet
given my wings.

I search too hard for validation. For some kind of clue that just maybe, I am worthy. I’ve etched the clichéd ‘be well’ lines and excuses on the back wall of my mind, I can recite them by heart. Phrases that are suppose to magically allow me to feel better when they only make the corners of the world press deeper into my shoulders. I can feel the leering and watchful eyes examining me. I know myself well; I feel my emotions, you just see them. I experience my thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, desires, and shortcomings on the inside and racing through my veins, you only hear about them. The person I find staring back at me through the mirror seems so different than the person you see through your eyes. I know every curve of my skin and the stories of my scars and how my heart breaks and aches. And oh, how it aches, a deep, dull, soft and jagged sensation of longing I cannot contain nor explain. I’m aware of myself and that means I’m unaware of the essence enclosed inside the ribcage that rises and falls within you. We don’t like being left defenseless and dealing with a sense of a hopeless feeling. When darkness envelops you, don’t forget that darkness doesn’t exist and when a coldness curls itself around your soul, but the cold doesn’t exist either. Darkness is only the absence of light and coldness in only the absence of heat. That’s when you need to take it upon yourself to explore your atmosphere and find a way to light and heat.

I know I’ve felt your hands before, the weight
of the beauty that lingers in your fingers—
wet with the sea and stained with ink
from words that dripped from your lips.
I know you, your sorrows packed into
boxes on the top of your closet but
dust never touches the cups in your
cupboard — you’ll hang from my heartstrings
for eternity and turn into love in my imagination
dressed in my fantasies, and one day you’ll
be my ghost —