We burnt all the bridges

All the world's beauty in a piece of sand.

An eternity in a second.

A split second to lose everything,

one more to gain it all.

Lost.

Found.

Damaged

and therefore unique.

Seconds tick by...

nothing changes.

Nothing ever stays the same.

We keep moving forward

one step at a time

one foot in front of other.

Sometimes three steps forward

and two steps back.

But always forward

because there's nothing to go back to,

we burnt all the bridges along the way.

deconstructing myself

i am deconstructing myself
one layer at a time
removing the facade
that makes other people comfortable
finding my truth
exposing it for the world to see
woman
teacher
student
friend
sister
daughter
lover
all the things i am to others
all the masks
pulled away
what am i to you now?
can you even see me as i am?
or do you put your own veils over me as i remove mine?
can you let me be true to me?
or do you put me back in the box to ease your own discomfort?
does my truth
reveal your own flaws
that you aren't ready to see?
to truly look at?
here i am
willing to expose and look at mine
will you truly look at me?


november 17, 2015

Too much too fast too many too good

Caught in the moment. Caught in between a dream and reality. Not totally sure where one ends and the other begins. Imagining the best, expecting the worst. Not knowing just feeling. Too much too fast too many too good. Three words that turn the world on its head. Everything I understood is no longer. Truth is subjective and impossible to be objective. Wanting it all wanting nothing. Expectations went out the window on day one. No one knows where this road goes but we all keep following it. Looking for something. Looking for anything. Wanting. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping. Feeling. Too much too fast too many too good. A touch. A shiver. A warning unheeded. A sign to turn back ignored completely. Emotions swirl over head. Words spoken unheard. Silence screams to deafen. Defend. Attack. Approach. Retreat. Reaching for something. Anything. Finding magic. Beauty. Desire. Pain. Fear. Love. Pure and simple. Broken but unafraid. Damaged but not beyond repair. The world sleeps. My body pulses. I feel you. You're too far away. Confusion. Hope. A wish made on the moon. A dream becomes reality and I don't know what to do with it. I don't know what to do with you. I don't know what to do without you. Too much too fast too many too good. I crave you in the purest way. If there's even such a thing...


November 2, 2015

"The Woman: My desires have always outstripped whatever actually happened.
Nothing ever lives up to desire. No.
And you see I can’t understand why it is we’re capable of desiring so much when in the end we feel so little.
Why is desire so extravagant compared to what actually happens?"

— The Unexpected Man, Yasmina Reza (via thrushbone)

of yesterday and tomorrow

I see the writing on the wall.
It says so much with so little
while saying nothing at all.
Letters forming words
forming thoughts
incoherent
yet making complete sense.
Lost in a moment.
Paint blends with ink
trapped in time.
Left for those
who come after.
Memories
from those
who came before.
Not directed to anyone
but there for everyone.
Caught
in the here and now
of yesterday
and tomorrow.

She surprised me with a kiss. Energy surged through my body like electricity. The touch of her fingers on my skin like sparks. My breath catches and nothing matters but her and I, right here, right now.

(July 23/15)

From Theodore Roosevelt's speech "Citizenship in a Republic"