I feel aligned with you.
I see me
In you.
When I first met you,
I knew.
I could feel your energy too.
The perfectionism, pride and potential
were swimming around you.
Me and you.
You and me.
We’re bonded.
Don’t you see?
Our past pain
Has brought us together
In hopes
that one day
We’d find to be,
What I would consider,
The key.
For your forgiveness of your trauma has unlocked the mystery.
Find you’re already there.
Trail to Nowhere
I’d love more people to see Michael’s work. It’s quick. It’s smooth. It’s everything you hope for when itching for a poem.
Let him know your thoughts.
Tears
I hear
They run
Not walk.
Is
Running
More
Exciting?
Why do they run down your face
Instead of glide
Swim
Jump
Skip?
Are we to assume they are not
Playful?
Or are we to assume they aren’t able?
What if they only could crawl?
Would that not be worth it all?
So let them crawl, glide, swim, jump, skip.
Describe them with intention.
Don’t assume they need tension.
I rather breathe in the smoke of my pain
Than listen to the lies screaming I’m insane.
So kiss me where it hurts.
I want to feel it burn.
The fire soothes my flesh
From scratching to death.
I have a natural rebellion
To the status quo
People say,
You can’t redesign the wheel,
But I care to try.
Im inspired by outsiders.
Women with hair.
Men with makeup.
And everyone
Undefined.
I love this new renaissance period
We seem to be exploring.
Everything feels
Up for debate
And I’m game.
Let’s start asking
The tough questions.
And let’s have fun
Along the way.
For life is meant
For curiosity.
Without it,
Who are we?
Tear up all your poems
And shove them
In your pocket
And then
Bit by bit
Reach in
And chew on them
Through out the day.
Get a taste for each
Word.
Lick you lips
With wonder
Over the diction and
Syntax of each line.
Now swallow.
I see words like morsels
Little nibble nibbles
I taste their colors
Their exotic tendencies
They try to play coy with me
Because they know I can’t resist
But what can I say?
I’m a hungry writer looking for her next bite.
Because momma’s gotta eat.
I have met unconditional love and she is walking amongst you.
Be still.
And feel her inside you.
I hear you whispering in my ear. Knocking at my door. Pay attention! Pay attention! There is something I have to tell you! Something urgent, something true. I turn on the light and squint with displeasure "What is the password?", I say with amuse. "Does it matter?", you hiss. "Yes", I whisper back, "boundaries are a must. I don't just let anyone into my house, you see. Only I hold the key." The darkness holds you still. You're shocked! What happened to the people pleasing girl I knew? But after a ponder you quickly propose, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said last night. Will you please let me in?" And from the depths of darkness you start hearing laughter calling "Let you in?", I say. "You must be joking. I have nothing left to offer you. Time is of the essence and I cannot continue this game. Now leave me to sleep as I was having a good dream." You shake your head with confusion Our relationship had been your safest scheme. Now what would you do? Rejection didn't suit you. So you leapt from the porch in search of the next ear, trusting she was near.
The ink is my memory My reach into the past Each line is like a hand I can't help but take The escape is so real One more hit, one more feel You'll understand if you get one It will make you come undone The addiction tastes warm Like crawling back into your mother's womb It eases me And when it is finished, I get to see my heart beat hung on my skin Knowing nothing is akin I am unique, regardless of what you say And I will continue this investment of art until every dollar is paid
