I am not the skeletons.


Does that scare you?


Some would say time will make me torn

but I do not speak in wants

I speak in now.


I own a life half-lived even if I don’t want it in my house anymore

I tried to sell it

turns out it doesn’t look like what the wanderers wanted.


They spoke of things they will never see,

sea glass and silence to keep in boxes and matches that snap like those bones but


I am not the skeletons.


Even though part of me is still

stuck in the closet


I swallow my skin every day I face it

but sometimes shut it out,

I make me much more savage than the jagged points

of a girl who is less than human.


Just because I didn’t want this

doesn’t mean I shouldn’t step high

because if I didn’t have language

if I was born to be an artist

I would still paint these bodies to life

and they would be covered in what the skeletons want.


I am much more skin than I want to be

and not brave enough to trust

that my bones will catch me if the bridge decides I am done.


Even though part of me is still

stuck in the closet


I am not the skeletons.


I can drink without becoming a waterfall

I do not want to be that kind of messy

but this.


These sharp-witted statues march in a row.


The alleys I split my soul to run in so I can be everywhere at once.


The pens I keep thinking I have run out of until another ends up on my doorstep.


These conquests my heart still holds though I couldn’t save them.


The risks I will take because I am exactly what they want to be.


Maybe I am made of the same.


I am still not the skeletons.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/14/20

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Sleepy Heart

Sleepy heart


Curled around thyself


Boiled in tears


Steeped in long wept tears.


Sleepy heart


Make thyself not a fool


Blinded by fire


Burning but not burnt through


Sleepy heart




Awake and see


Awake from long slept night


Awake and breathe


Awake and drink the light

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stare at the flower realize you are the stamen

open up your pedals and let the rainfall in

strengthen your stem and bloom to the sky as the sun sends silent waves of life to every pore cleansing your cells and rejuvinating your natural beauty



feel as if youre the only in existence.

capture the essence of being alive.

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I am still alive

I'm still alive


Silently crying at night

I'm still alive


Slowly breaking apart

I'm still alive


Dark demons inside

I'm still alive

Not broken

Falling but rising up high.

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Sordid Tale

Once upon a time, in a town not to far outside of nowhere..
there was a young boy, about the age of seven.
One day, he realized life is no different than a dime- store
choose your own adventure paperback.
  He then set forth on a mission to live out the rest of his days
turning each page, not knowing what was written on the other. 
  never straying to far from his heart, he has lived a life many
could call adrift.
 Meeting new people, influencing lives, 
being nature...loving, being alive ...being.
oh, but the story has many twists and turns so many knots of tightly curled hair. 
  the loves lost, the fires, the search for higher ground.
Dragons and battles and merciless perils at sea. 
Whiskey, and mischief, and pens. 
 A fable would be far easier to believe if you saw the world
that resides behind the gaze of my blue eyes.
  O, but to love. 
One may never have truly...if it were not for its loss. 
 But the clock will never stand still, as so shall I. 
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In Memories You Live

Once upon a day I lived, but now only memories and air

Question to exist, and left upon a forgotten chair

I fall victim; the very hostage to a fate that isn't fair


Into the graveyard of memories, where beautiful things fade and die

and behind the dying oak tree, somewhere is you and I

Beside us inscribed on the tomb is where our promises lie.

Eternal here, is the flowers born from the days

Where I thought it was forever and wasn't just a phase

Years long gone, but your spirit forever stays


Under the moon lays the possibilities of love

But in a tree, lies a poor and injured dove

Blind to see the world, and the beautiful stars above

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Women-We're People too????




We're people,

just like men.


We're not things,


sex toys,

or trash.


We're not something

you can say you want

one minute and then,

the next minute,

say you're over us.





We have feelings,








The Government seems

to think that we are stupid.

That we can't think for ourselves.


Well the jokes' on them!

We can decide whether or not

we want birth control.

Whether we want to get pregnant or not.





We're more than

just a "piece of ass".


We're more than

just some fuck and dump!


We are people,


with feelings!



Although, personally,

abortion is not something

I'm for,


that doesn't mean

I'm gonna tell everyone

that they can't.



It is up to us,

us women,

to decide what we

want, and

how to deal with something

if we don't want it.




We are strong,

we are smart,

we are not things for

others to use.



We are WOMEN!


We are STRONG!


So TREAT us like Equals!

Because that's what we deserve!






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not quite done, i don't think... I am not sure about the title, and I'm open to suggestions!


Poetic_Eyes wanted a poem about issues that us women face in life, like being seen as sex objects, things, property, and being seen as a pieve of ass. That government wants us to all have birth control.


So, this is dedicated to all those problems that Women have to face!

Let me know what you think, or if you think of something that you think would fit in!


Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day


You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see


Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true


Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known


Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand


Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far


So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"


Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.

Feelings Hurt

You are so sweet and so sensitive. Your express such deep pain with your words. If I were to see you in front of me now, I would give the biggest hug, and let you cry the hugest crocadile tears ever cried to let you know it is so right for you to express your feelings of whatever they may be.   Life can be a beautiful and easy living experience, or it can be difficult , dramatic, and full of ups and downs. I have lived both. My choices today are based upon the scales within me that weigh the huge sides of the chasm that separates my joys and my pains, and I am the only judge of that.. That chasm is different for everyone and there is no "book of rules" as to what is "fair" and what is not. We have to decide for ourselves. Our society has tried to create "laws" to bring some possibility of "normalcy" as to what is "acceptable" and what is "unacceptable"...unsuccessfully. The most that they seem to be able to do, is make the chasm smaller and smaller, until one day,the chasm may be so small, that perhaps even these very words of truth will be considered "abusive".   

So the important part in this is to forgive. Forgive the person, but most of all forgive yourself for allowing yourself to think that loving another person means that you will get the results you want. The difficult part about loving as a human being is that there is no guarantee...ever...that the people you love will love you back in he same way you love them. And when you find the one that is right for you, your reward will always be in the loving itself, and not in what you expect in return. That is what love is. Love is in the loving. Love is in "being" love itself. It is it's own reward, and the rewards are felt and seen by you in your own capacity to love more and more as each hurdle you fly over passes and new ones appear in your life journey.     

There are so many people who have brought such wonderful joy into my life. Many times, those same people have brought unbearable pain. It took me many years to accept that this is just the way we are as human beings. We will not always get along, we will have moments of joy, betrayal, mediocrity, (sometimes not such a bad thing considering the price paid when one lives as a thrill seeker, just my opinion), and great heartache. Don't let anyone place limits on how good or bad your life will be. YOU are the only one who has the right to do that, and I hope you learn where they are for you, but love will never change for you. It is unconditional, and YOU, are loved by the universe..."unconditionally".    I wish you peace and healing. Hugs. ♥


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