Monthly Archives: October 2012

soar

his life is but a trolley of succession

he keeps moving but his heart stays behind

he closes his eyes and lies back into the seat

soaring through the aisles

his head in a daze

a woven rapture paints across his gaze

smiles and lights

a barge of bluey greens

screaming he cries out for more

joy penetrates his being

his soul amplifies

and he just flies


ever be

Put me down like an old used blanket

dusty but free

Am I not good enough?

Roll me up like a used ripped rug

disheveled but full of character

Will I ever be good enough?

Shove me to the side like a used up lover

dried up but soft to touch

What do you have left to say now?

Throw me aside

used and whored again

Tongue tied?

Rebirthed

A learning in progress

I belong to me now


1/2

If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be