cunt

I can say all sorts of pretty things
as well

But I won't do it just to make you love me

I, of the Storm

My heart spasms uncontrollably
Heaving itself in an attempt to scramble
across ruin and rubbish, distance and static

Having nothing to offer, I hold tight to the reins

It's Just That

I hear you whispering to yourself at night
I don't know if you even know that I can hear you
I don't know if you are awake or on the verge of sleep

I wonder at the words you never say to me
Sigh at the thoughts you don't feel you can share
I want your ideas, their trails and dead ends

Still, I have been allowed into this space,
In this moment you may be troubled and feel far away
As I feel, unable to do more than make a pass, some simple gesture

Not waiting
Not expecting
We bend space
Suspended in time

And I hope it is enough
Just to be here, with you

Unsettled

This is not nothing
Every word I eke out is something

Every breath I manage in succession
Every step, in any direction

All of this, proof
Of something

Maybe it isn't enough
Probably, I don't know
How to do things any different

But never believe that I haven't tried
Don't belittle the strength it took for me
to do more than nothing

No secrets, no tricks up my sleeve
No fancy displays to attract your attention
Ugly and clumsy it may be, yet I show you
My everything

Swan Song

I live instinctively
following the pull of the seasons
fiercely protective of my heart
unable to tell of it's inner workings
though my body shows a simple version
of that which my mind is complicated by

through air and water
my movements are unrestrained
perhaps I cannot tell you why
until I reach the end
yet, follow me as I follow you
and we shall live
as we are born to

ho om

Even here
in private, alone
I am shy, jealous and uncertain
hesitant in concreting the scope of
what I see

Though perhaps it's standoff-ish
A show down
between me and my third eye

Yet, I don't want to fight,
Acting as if I know I everything
I just want to proceed
as though I do

every time you look my way it's like the world is magic
and everything is happening for the first time

I had a dream, built on places I had grown in

when I tried to write it
it was shuffled away, out of my control
now I'm afraid to write it a second time

It's not that I can't

It's just that I've been trying so very hard not to

And now,
I don't know any more