We, The Brokenhearted

All of us are We, The Brokenhearted. And we, the brokenhearted, are blind to the others in our company. For our pain is most singular. We know It has not been asked of anyone before this day To live this loss. To suffer so completely. And we, the brokenhearted, search long, Hard through our despair […]

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What it’s like. For you.

Just listen. Don’t fix this twisting fire in my chest. These broken shards at my feet. My astonishment and shock at the actual physical pain. Just watch. Me weep. This hollowed chamber. My empty shell with soundless wails. Torrential and endless. Just sit. Your hand on my heart and hear me.

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Hope Is For Cowards

When you’re wishing for something that will likely not happen But try anyway … You hope. And when it ultimately  fails, you can say I had hoped … And then consolation from somewhere deep, nearby, far away. When you’ve wanted, dreamed, dared But don’t actually say it will happen … You hope. Hope is for cowards. […]

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A Conversation With Myself

What’re you doing? Get back! Don’t worry. I’m fine. I know what I’m doing. What if you don’t? And this all ends badly? Nothing will ever happen or become if I’m too afraid to try. Reconsider. No. No? You don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know how this will turn out. Everything you’ve […]

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Voices Unheard

We’re not listening, there is no ‘new’ way no ‘new’ cause no ‘new’ reason it’s the same as it ever was Too late, we feel it tragic loss incomprehensible loss senseless loss A glimpse, wasted now, at the unknowable pain fractured heart pleading soul Messages clear but unanswerable changes unable to be made the softness […]

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You’re Not Happy

What does it mean When someone tells you You’re not happy? Don’t tell me What I am. You’re projecting Clearly. I’m not happy? I’m fine. I am working For what I need. Perhaps you’re better off Considering yourself Instead of others You can’t say who is happy when you don’t know what drives them. You […]

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Try To Name It

It’s easy to be angry But also a waste if The heart of it all Goes unnamed and Unclaimed Vehement cries deny This is all anger Nothing else When you’re done Screaming Nothing’s changed Pause Try to name it What’s going on In your head? Your Body Chest compressed Jaws clenched Breath too fast Hands […]

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All This Wind

You shouldn’t be here. Not with all this Wind. Tendrils torn Sweeping loss, flakes of flesh Bits pealed away Steal away up to the sky This Wind. Tumbling, stumbling, skittering down the street. Pressed to a wall, a fence, a tree Brief rest before whisking off rolling, tearing, crumbling chunks of muscle The side of […]

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To Do

Stupid fucking lists. Paralyzing. Hopeful. Over thought. Unattained. Full of shit. Expected. Forgotten. Waiting. Pushed to the back. And forced to the front.

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Goals

I really wanted to But, There was a wall, a mile high, smooth with no handholds. A fence, running long, draped with razor wire. It was a mound of dirt, insurmountable. A blade of grass, quaking in the wind. It couldn’t be done. Not overcome, curbed, conquered, or defeated. It was a snail trail. A crumb. A casting […]

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