just as the stars in the sky
are worthy of existing
and shining
just as the blades of grass
and cheetahs of the wild
You, my sweet darling, are worthy
the unnamed series
unnamed 1.77
wandering aimless for years
i never thought i’d find a home
in any one place
wondering, hoping
will i ever settle, find peace?
then this year i learned
I am my home
beneath my skin
wherever my heart beats
is where i hang my hat
i’ve made it comfortable in here
my resting place
i am my home base
my breath is the key
that opens my front door
so long as i inhale, exhale
i can enter here
a space furnished by trust and love
mind and body knit together
but when depression rings the doorbell
i feel its pull and long to leave
the home i’ve made out of body
of flesh, blood, bone
fraying edges of body and mind
this cunning mood tricks and deceives
and if i’m not careful
he will carry me out out out
lying through his devil smile that says
there is no home after all
you’ll have to keep wandering
lost, alone, forever
soon i forget my breath’s ability
to anchor me in what i’ve created
here within myself
and i wander through the ether a while
until depression looms no more
and my inhale, exhale returns me
to my heart, my hearth, my home
within
unnamed 1.76
the sky is stuffed with clouds
and moisture fills the cracks in my lips
wide as canyons as I tear through flesh
searching for some control or maybe
another way to live that isn’t quite so
disappointing
How does one exist without
splattering thoughts against concrete
reaching for hands you thought
were extended but no
it’s only the limbs of trees planted
long before your body
was used as leverage in
this war with humanity
How does the wind not have
a backache from all that it carries
Can it teach me what to do with
all of these secrets because
I don’t recognize my own scent
and I’ve got pheromones like
a child forcing a jigsaw
into its proper shape
and what will my limbs look like
once the chaos finds its footing
unnamed 1.75
you know this is about you
but you’ve run away with my heart
and I need it back
–please
unnamed 1.74
intimidation
is the name of the game
until you open your eyes
and see the softness
that caresses each
and every line
and leaves the face
brimming with
warmth
unnamed 1.73
i want to open him up
like a book
hear the spine crack
so the pages flutter open
on their own
he has so much
on his pages
i want to devour
each and every
word
unnamed 1.72
i now pick up the shattered pieces
of myself that i left
scattered on the concrete
after angering myself
and breaking my own body
for revenge
unnamed 1.71
i saw his name
scrawled on a scrap of paper
so i peeled each letter away
and placed them
on my tongue
swallowing them whole
unnamed 1.70
i inhale deeply
begging my subconscious
to remember the way
you smelled when
i would bury myself in you,
clawing my way to your heart,
as close as i could get
without puncturing it.
your blood remains under my
fingernails, yet i still can’t
remember your scent
unnamed 1.69
i’m teetering on the edge
of my black hole
one slip
and i fall endlessly
never reaching the bottom
putting down the rope 