Thursday, June 14, 2012

Take the Sunrise out of My Sunset


Take the Sunrise out of My sunset

tattoo fingers on my chest to cover
the gashes from the day i stopped 
believing in miracles--€”my bones were
too different, and for every year of color
brought another burn to my skin because
i never wanted to change. sometimes the
heart is too shy to meet the earth waiting
to greet it underneath this body.

take my ashes and toss them into the lawn
seats of the next big rock concert because
they'€™ve had too much coffee to be drowsy. 
let the people twist and stumble over my
spine, helping me to lose sight of the world.

we are all jumping for an answer, only
we don'€™t speak the same language as the sky;
thunder can only grace our ears before a few more
souls are mourned because they lost their vibrance.
someone forgot to tell them that some days you have
to plunge into the ecstasy to see where the
love had escaped to. some of the body bags we carry
have too much weight in their hearts. 

guilt is only a verb if you let it be,
and there are days where we all wish that it could
be, for being good is only a part of life;
being whole, is the ability to experience it.

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Friday, June 8, 2012

Grace


Grace

tattoo fingers on my chest—all too
shy from the earth underneath this
body. hands are too rough but the
flowers are still here; the bruises stopped
trampling them the day I drowned in a
pool of morphine. Ashes were never so alive.

traveler. we all wander against the sun
but my footsteps stomp in every direction
imaginable---they never return. their eyes
are not flexible enough to look backwards.

i lay in the waters, my ribcage pulled open; i
was always so transparent but my mistakes
were in the right place. one day. slow down. my
steps were only heaven without the pie.

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