Anchor my heart a million times to the oceans skin, and to the sailors breath. Anchor my heart a thousand times to the caverns and trenches that line the earth’s floor. Anchor my heart a hundred times to the tide’s pull and the moons watchful eye. Anchor my heart ten times to swift currents and salty waves. Anchor my heart to that of the oceans and I’ll ride sea over bow to watch it sink.
The worst word to pop up for the day. It’s brings you back when they got shot and tossed in a river to be discovered the next morning. And the phone call when they told you “how do you want bad news” and you said “rip the bandaid off” because you didn’t think it would be so bad. But it was. And you’re not fine. But everything’s okay. Just okay.Give me hope through a messy life.
Once I was a perfect rendering of an artist. I slaved and struggled, I batted away demons in the night. My heart bled for my work and I was ragged and torn by rejection and time. Now I am nothing more than a human woman- I write and I sing and I am wife to a husband. There are ways in and out of everything, there are methods to our art just as there are to our madness. We are not bound by superstitious addiction to one route only-
Half a life ago I was a child. We were running through grass, barefoot and free. We were not bothered by the rain- the smell of wet wool lingered in the hall long after we shed our thick coats. I did homework and stayed up too late under blankets with flashlights reading stories. I had a best friend- you- and a favorite food and you and me, well we never planned to grow apart.
You tied a knot on the back of your hand, and turned your skin inside out so I could see you weren’t holding back. But you’ve untied that knot, telling me i’m not worth it.
There are boxes
and dreams to sleep on-
Someone told me once,
That they were a hobo
and I was a princess,
A princess riding home
On a boxcar
Stuck in my square domain
Long hair flying out the cracks
Chasing the stars
as we ride on to freedom
With the onslaught of frost
the darkening of afternoon skies
With your sharp icy tongue
and my reluctance to retreat
How can one hope to meet the need?
How can one pray for love that connects the dots,
that holds the hearts is rips from their cages-
That will satisfy the hunger within?
We can’t hold the heart
that hurts us
Long enough to heal it
so it doesn’t strike again-
When somebody takes you
and then sets you free,
cracked open to the howling wind
They know not what they do
The too tender brokenness from
their last somebody
Is still echoing in their bloody cracks
He pounded on the bars of the cell again, as the guard walked away from him. “NO!” He shouted. “You can’t leave me in here! Please, I did nothing wrong!” He screamed desperately. His words fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut. Silence fell upon the hall, and he was completely alone. His hands gripped the bars tightly, the cold metal biting into his skin. No.
We can’t feel
the pulsing wind
We call back
to one lost
Can we recall
a time when
we walked them together?
Brought forth by the expressionless eye
Came unto the world in hope and irreverence
Tied to the earth
And equally the sky by tethers of silk and gold
Come forth and know
Who you are and with whom you’ve come
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They took them to feel free
They took them to uplift
They took them to fall off and test human flight
They were down under the shoes of the hopeless
Then they were on top of your greatest triumph
Walking into walls
You are hopeless
Says the jagged mind
There’s another one
Start it up
You are angles
You are not free
Up and down
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A weighing of souls, and their worth. A trial, like death, is something every being shares.
Something that is mine and only mine. Selfish, but something of pride. An emblem you were proudly on you. Given by others, or was it forced?
Never mind then.
Perhaps it is something of shame.
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