Wordle #196

Wordle 196

All I ever do is write
but words can only
take you so far.
Sometimes the air curves
like a waning satellite,
sometimes it takes
blood even to breathe.

My intuition falters
in the face of my fears.
I have forgotten
what it is to be
Advice never comes
free of expectation.
How do I stay wild
and still belong?

I am just a series
of regressions.
Sometimes it takes
greatness just to survive
from one moment to the next.
I gave it all away
without a thought
as to how I would ever
replace it and I just fell apart.

Now you say to me
do it again.
Do it again.
Give it up.
No one gets to have
No one gets to be
Writing just isn’t
something that
you can afford.
Be useful
go and shine
someone else’s shit.



I wake to find you
closing around me
like a cocoon.
I want to hide myself
in your indentations,
in the heat of your skin,
in the gentle-hunger
of your for-me-only smile.

Tangled and tethered
I just want to exist
in the same breath as you.
We only have a moment
before sleep intrudes
but a moment is all it takes
to fall in love with you again.

Wordle #195

Wordle 195

I have not been
totally honest with you.
I have held my hands
to prevent my words
from crashing into you.
You are lovely as you are,
a confession wouldn’t make
you any more or less so.

The moon is so low
I have only to reach out
and I could take her
into my trembling arms.
When I dance with her
I think of all the ways
we could fall together.

My heart turns cartwheels.
I find ways to occupy my hands,
my time, my fragile, augean ego
just to keep my emotions
from my spilling over.
My sleeves are stained.
My sleeves are red and torn.
I pull the covers over my head.

The stars are so close
I can smell the smoke
rising from their golden skin.
Each breath is a prayer.
I count them under my breath.
I count them until
the numbers cease to make sense.

I spend my days
breaking myself down
with my fingertips
and a conjured image
of your gorgeous smile.
I would burn to cinders
if ever I found myself
underneath your body.

I am pretty only
when I am alive.
I have not been
totally honest with you.
My hands shake
even though they don’t speak
as my heart wills them to.
What is a goddess
if not a woman
overflowing with love?
I will keep my poems to myself.
I will wait until our destinies collide.

Try It!

am of
the sky. You
wrap your arms fast,
press shaky wings heart-close.
Within nights morbid stupor, divine dreams.
Ransack blessed gardens, forgive
failure, release, survive.

So the challenge was to write 1 one letter word, 2 two letter words and so on. I couldn’t make anything sensible but it was still fun =)


You will find me
in a cascade of stars
burning for each breath.
Brush my hair back
before my eyes
set fire to it.

your secrets
into my mouth,
place them
on my tongue
without apology
and I promise
to swallow
There is
so dark
in you
that I wouldn’t
gladly marry it
to my heart.

I am my own
still I
wouldn’t mind
filling my days
and nights
with you.
I look at you
from a distance
that doesn’t make
a difference
to my soul.
It is strange
to say but
I know
I know you.

There is
so broken
in you
that I can’t
gather it
in my arms.


I love the way
that loving you
makes me feel.
I love the way
I am when I am
just being myself.
I love the way
your soul feels
interlaced with mine
and infinities deep.
I love the way
you hold me
in the dead of night
without a stitch
of affectation.
(some might say
it’s just a dream)
I love you
faults or fault lines
you possess.
I love that
true love
makes it
to hide.

You Are

I never feel more alive
than when you are
running your fingers
through my soul.
You penetrate
all the surfaces
inside of me
and I am
never more
real then
I am when
in your eyes.

I feel you filling
up my being
with your being.
I close my eyes
and find your face
like a sanctuary
in the darkness.
You are as close
as hunger,
as close as air,
as close
as the words
in my mouth.

I love you
you are.


If only our words
could touch.
If only our words
were uncensored.
Without a body
to hold
I would love
to have
a conversation
with you
close as skin,
deep as the hunger
filling up my chest.

If only I could know
what you know
when your eyes
are eating
my texts
Words without breath.
Words smile-quiet.
Words thumbed
into space
like pennies
in a well.

I am
a little bit too
to deliver
my content.
How many
does it take
to get
to the center
of the human heart?
Maybe you don’t
like me anyhow.

If only you could
feel my heart turning
over and over
in palpable distress.
Would you be surprised
to find that you are
all I think about?

All you
have to do
is ask
I’ll tell you
just don’t
make me
say it first.

Wordle #194

Word Art (9)

Stridulate with anxiety

I search your face

for permission to speak.

I don’t know why

it has become so hard

to talk to you.

I don’t know why

I keep forgetting

who you are.

I don’t know why

I let your words

conceal my beliefs.

My heart is miles wide

and riddled with cracks.

My heart is wabi-sabi.

My heart is beautiful

when in use.

I wash the blood

from your wounds.

Wounds big as windows

but too dark to see through.

I was the girl with the stiletto tears.

I was the girl that spoke

about extraordinary love.

I was the girl who scared

you senseless.

We are walking backwards

in a room that smells of copper,

in a room wet with virtue.

I am your downfall.

I am lost in your sadness,

in your infinite guilt.

The soles of my feet

are bruised and torn.

I have walked for miles.

I have walked for ages.

I have prioritized your pain

over my own happiness

and you have done the same.

You attach your thoughts

to everything.

You eat up all the space

inside of me.

You let me throw

my love into a black hole.

You feel only

what you think

you deserve to feel

and you haven’t

felt even half

of what I’ve given.