uncertain 

i don’t know whether to trust myself

or trust the words coming out of your mouth

because at least you have this all figured out. 

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blame game

hanging on to a thread 

that i created,

lowering myself into the pits

that i lit the fire to.

it’s a game of how much damage

i can cause and how much blame 

i’ll take for it.

my constant company

a poet like me never gets lonely;

i have my words to caresss my lips

and my thoughts to hug me tight;

no i am never lonely,

not with my turtleneck warming my chest

and my heart beating as a constant drum of my extradorinary life.

my company lays inside,

my words

my heart

my thoughts;

oh how i am loved.

the flood 

i think too much,

but apparently that’s what 

gives a writer the upper hand. 

who said i wanted the pen in the first place?

yet it’s been handed to me.

therefore, i will let my thoughts spill over in floods

and watch the words fall like honey from my mouth and prick like the thorny stem of a rose. 

umoving

i can’t see clearly right now,

my heads a blur that is not giving my heart any heads up,

and now my heart has fallen into a pit without warning. 

i am not myself,

more like a “stuck in time” version of me,

i am frozen in my fear,

unmoving.

there’s a bulldozer headed my way, they call it dangerous and destructive,

i’ve embraced the scare.

though i’m still scared. 

i want your mind 

your mind is honey to my mouth,

kiss me with your intellect and serenade me with your passions.

touch my heart and tickle my thoughts,

no physical contact is needed, let me in on what you’re thinking.