Thursday, March 16
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Tuesday, February 14
20 Minutes of Guided Meditation
There is a heavy emptiness around my skin.
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Saturday, February 11
The Poem
I think maybe the stars wrote you like a poem
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Sunday, January 29
Lakshmi
The care taken to specifically include rolls in her belly.
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Tuesday, January 17
Everywhere, Nowhere
Was it dark
Were you scared
Or just relieved
Were you prepared
Or was it quick
In the bathroom light
Did you quake
Or softly sigh
I know I shouldn’t dwell on the whats, the wheres, the whys
Sort the lulls and the jags between the you and I
Shouldn’t grasp into the ether for a sign
But now you’re everywhere and nowhere all the time
Did it ever stop
The way you pined
Or did some one mean it
When they named you “Mine”
Your bone deep ache
Did it slip away
Was it still clinging on
Sister, did you pray
I know I shouldn’t dwell on the whats, the wheres, the whys
Sort the lulls and the jags between the you and I
Shouldn’t grasp into the ether for a sign
But now you’re everywhere and nowhere all the time
I hope there’s music
I hope there’s peace
I hope your pillow’s soft
And the water’s sweet
Can’t help but grasp into the ether for a sign
That you found rest in your nowhere all the time
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On The Way Down
Show me what’s it like to have ever known yourself as a blank slate
How’s it feel to see reflections you don’t immediately hate
What does life taste like without something bitter on your tongue
Can you paint for me the warmth of feeling safe when you were young
All I’ve ever known is making room
Hanging posters on the walls of a tomb
And if we’re talking about falling
We’re talking about falling
Maybe this time I’ll enjoy the view
On the way down
Why am I not second guessing every charming word you say
Is it alright you became my favorite interruption of the day
Am I even allowed to be happy and still make my little rhymes
Can I play it in a minor key, is that too confusing
All I’ve ever known is making room
Hanging posters on the walls of a tomb
And if we’re talking about falling
We’re talking about falling
I guess this time I’ll enjoy the view
On the way down
It’s a dizzy decline
We’re already intertwined
Though we barely intersected
This chaotic climb
Muses laughing in the night
Winking at ours sparse perspective
All I’ve ever known is making room
Hanging posters on the walls of a tomb
And if we’re talking about falling
We’re talking about falling
I guess this time I’ll enjoy the view
On the way down
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Excitement. Peace. Joy. Comfort.
Earth shaking fear.
I am terrified that I’m opening a wound and just in shock. I’m scared that I’m doing the thing again and clinging to a possibility that is only going to break my heart.
But I want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you. I haven’t felt this peaceful in so long. I haven’t felt this cherished maybe ever. I don’t feel like you’re just after some kind of ownership or some future where I fold my life around yours and lose who I am. I think you might actually quite enjoy who I am. I think maybe you’re treating me so well because you actually think I’m the bright shiny thing. I think maybe I bring you the same peace and joy and inspiration to you that you’re bringing me.
I’m having to force myself to not fall full force into some great big Hope. I don’t want to be careful, I wanna crash into this and snowball it and watch it grow. But that’s not the move right now- we’ll both hurt a lot if we’re not intentional in the enjoying right now part and get all ahead of ourselves.
I don’t think you’re making me a placeholder. I think you’re reading the whole book knowing you may have to set it down. I think I’m ok with that, because I’m doing the same.
It’s a good story, and if I only get to read it once I just hope the epilogue is as lovely as the prologue.
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Wednesday, August 31
Emergency Contact
Why are you lying awake tonight
He said the list is long and you know most of it
Vacillating between the flight and the fight
The right or wrong, these crimes that I’d commit
Are we angry or are we sad
Is it mom this time or dear old dad
Paige said it’s growth
To know it’s both
I’ve gotta sit with that
I’ve gotta sit with that
You don’t have
An emergency contact
In your phone
There’s no guarantee
The house matching your key
Feels like home
I think I could be both
I think I could be both
Who’s the weepy song about this week
I said I think this time its just a fantasy
Another candy coated agony
The first few rhymes of Romeo were comedy
Am I ok or am I numb
Am I free from longing’s thumb
Sarah said it’s fine
To straddle that line
I’ve gotta see who I become
I’ve gotta see who I become
I don’t have
An emergency contact
In my phone
There’s no guarantee
The house matching my key
Feels like home
I think you could be both
I think you could be both
Are we broken or just bent
Are we wasting all this time we’ve spent
No one says a word
All these lines are blurred
There’s no malcontent
There’s no malcontent
I don’t have
An emergency contact
In my phone
There’s no guarantee
The house matching your key
Feels like home
Maybe we could be both
Maybe we could be both
Why am I lying awake tonight
The list is long and you know most of it
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