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What do you do when your relationship is a house that evaporates before your very eyes
a mirage you thought you were living together in a castle built with your words and intentions your sincerity your passion
souls creating sacred space for mutually held love
All that time your words were bricks
sturdy and solid they built walls embellished your establishment with decadent drawbridges and catwalks
You spilled warmth and support that formed fireplaces, floors, bed frames windowpanes and doorways
but his words were tufts of cloud pretty things to point to in the sky surrounding you both never mind that they are ever changing formless things meaningful only in that moment that they sort of mimed the shape of your bodies atop that hill he said he’d marry you on
he didn’t notice didn’t matter much at the time that those clouds were gathering rain swelling with your teardrops just waiting to fall so furiously that they’d drown you because you made the
mistake of looking up
and you did look up
your castle was a movie set all along open rafters, moveable walls everything unfinished and transient ready and waiting to be torn down
the crew, complete with his new pet come to build the next facade
I can tell you from experience that’s when you feel your skin crack open feelings flayed out you’re dying of exposure but the beautiful past that had been pulling you through is poisoned there’s nothing for you to do but become an actor in your make believe castle a queen of swallowed grief or you move again but there’s no where left to go you just got back on your feet
What do you do?
dive into that pain of reality head on
use your concrete tongue
to erect statues
monuments to who you once were
and ones to who you’ll soon become
It happened to me, and then it happened to you. I never wanted you to have to experience this, too.
I almost didn’t even want to touch this issue, but it’s what brought me here to share my art in the first place. Whether it’s sexual, physical, emotional, or psychological, abuse is abuse. And I’m so sorry to anyone and everyone who’s lives it has touched.
You guys know I’m not usually one to write positive or uplifting content too often. It’s been two weeks since the shooting happened in Vegas, and though my city is healing and won’t ever be the same, this has reminded me that in the midst of a bad thing happening, good still has room to bloom. #vegasstrong
Just playing catch up here....so here is a #throwbackthursday#repost I owe Señor @g.sanchez_writes ~ passing this on as a #fuckitsfriday 💋-----------------------------
i made no gestures to make you mine
and now i am stranded in hard rain
how many more years must i skimp along
being yanked by the lies of my teeth?
i am crazed with the wish to collect you
do you feel the clinging of my hands
or hear the idiots that reside there in my mouth?
you're illuminated against the black of forever
what will happen to everywhere?
what will happen to us?
no one notices the quotation marks
in the days that are still perfect
in the blue off the sky
we're too busy dumping ashes in the woods
and none of us were born solid
i'm circling the frozen fields
of all my longing
with violent hope
what i want is to show you
show off the red flowers
instead i just show you the leaves
inpatient, i grow sticky with feathers
and i'm flickering under your wing
in the beginning i was thunderstruck
spent a long time stoned in stale patchouli
now i'm a pack of hounds half your size
and i'm gibbously wishing i know
you love me little, if at all
however brief, however torn, however mine