Grit

“Grit”

The constant pressure between forced molars

The one more time before gasping for air

The movement of gears when the oil has run dry

Something forced under human tissue

To be forgotten

Until

Sink holes form

Consuming normalcy

And routine

And standards of living

Forging paths in the hills 

Taking life to temporary dwellings

Hoping smoke is blown the other way

When the world shut its doors 

I got out a crowbar

Never waiting to see who wanted to let me back inside

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Fortress

Skipping over rocks

Leading to the sea

A castle on an island

A fortress for an experimental life

Away from society

Away from expectations 

Putting flowers on stairways

Watching the sun retreat 

From the frame of a small window

Curling into herself

Embracing the crispness of the cold

The dampness of porous rocks

The smell of the rain

That mists itself

Back into choppy waters

A beloved face should have returned

The day

Circled in red

He built this ominous sepulcher 

Not knowing what it would become

The ocean was thirsty for sacrifice

He swallowed its empty offer

Salty lungs don’t realize that water drags them down

Flailing after realization of what this compromise would mean

She felt the moment he slipped away

Air lifting from her own chest

As if it could reach 

A frozen body 

Looking for the light

Defeated 

She closed her eyes

Lying directly on the stone

A broken heart cares little for comfort

It doesn’t feel like home

Falling In

When it flows like water

Clear and smooth

It makes veins pulse

In anticipation 

An unforced attraction 

That wraps satin in silk

Carries air to the fingertips 

Floating over skin

Bringing color to the iris

Purple yellow and white

Keeping names on lips

Absorbing accolades into pores 

Cutting out fear and doubt

Floating from the laughter 

Found from within

Eyes wander 

Thoughts far too dense

Hands memorizing abrupt edges

Falling in always feels so good

Always followed by a crash

Say So

If you want me

Then say so

Don’t throw rocks at the sun

Kicking sand into the water

I held your hand

You crumpled your fingers

Growing takes time

And only happens during certain seasons

When you looked at me

It was summer

Then backs turned 

An ice age spread

Deep 

Deep

Into the now frozen crust of the earth 

Scraping along the edges

I found fossilized memories

That tore open passages

I thought had been destroyed

But I left them

Unexplored

I’ve been down them before

When ivy grew along the walls

Life was felt 

Warmth was certain

I don’t need to go back

Ponytail Girl

Funner than summer

You’ve got those high kicks

Laugh smile babe

Brown eyes

Brown eyes

You’ve got bravado to spare

Cartwheel somersault kiddo 

Ponytail

Ponytail

You’ve got a funny bone in both arms

Head tilt smirk girl

Freckle speckled nose

Freckle speckled nose

My favorite companion

My unprecedented champion

I’ll fight the dragons with you

Let me know when they’re here 

Pillow fights in a tree house

 I’ll build a satellite for you

Send it up

Watch it spin around

Send back pictures of things waiting to be found

Brown eyes

Ponytail

Freckle speckled nose

You’re my favorite 

Girl

To the moon and back

What adventures will unfurl

Through the Blinds

What happens when light seeps in 

Through the blinds

Between the cracks

Across skin

Uncovered 

Seen from within

Opened up 

Intentions folded

Good and bad

Vulnerable skeleton

Hairline fractures 

Splintering seams 

Trying to bend

To make room 

For chance

And hope

Forgetting momentum is needed to move

With any progress

Sedentary ways create 

Complacent hearts

That forget to seek out contact

For the sake of acceptance 

A longing to be inside someone’s 

Weathered heart

Protected from the harsh conditions of 

Every day life

What happens when light seeps in?

We see the bonds we created at night

Good or bad 

It’s all still there

Seeking Love


I think he was porcelain

Or made of glass

With see-through eyes 

A long rib cage

Denying access

To anyone needing more 

Creating flowering trees

Only to burn them to their core

Smoke will soak up the pain

When roots are ripped 

For being born

Confusing will of want 

With destiny

Creating wet sand 

Smoothing the cracked foundation

It will never be internal

Signaling for relief 

Turning into a dirt road

Every path has a destination

There’s a beginning and an end

Some roads are for clogged commutes

Others are for discovery

A place never seen

Somehow calling your name

He was an accident

The collision forced me back into my skin

Gradients of Blue

Sadness 

Is always shared

Sunshine

Is hidden under a pillow

Afraid tomorrow

Won’t be there

Never stopped feeling the loss

Of every overturned car

That could be my ticket

Out of that dusty town

Turned out 

I was my own free ride

Doesn’t stop the loneliness inside

Effects can be seen

In shaky hands 

And doubting eyes

When wisdom brings nothing

But the knowledge of what’s wrong 

Inner workings of a non-stop mind

Always working overtime

Paid at half the wage

Producing nothing

More dangerous than ignorance 

For it is bliss

To not realize you have a deficiency

A lack of skill

In coping 

Pain is a scar that blocks the path 

To self-confidence

Insecurities from being on the outside

Of families

I saw myself in

Hiding behind curtains

Revealing only a longing

Fueled from the inside

Observe and imagine

Glass to separate the connection

Dusting with velvet gloves

Creating worlds that held me 

Where I needed to be 

Hair rising as goosebumps form

Looking into eyes that welcome me in 

I’m in the color of you now

Please don’t fade

Skin

Break into this 

Don’t let it fade

Such a strong stride

Such a shame

Make it be what you want

Let it be what it will

I loved the light 

Faded 

Curdling

Under an absence 

Of confidence

Instead

Stuttering

Clambering 

To be something 

I already was

But couldn’t be

Turns out broken glass 

Doesn’t seal

Water leaks through

Breathe it in, Baby

Oxygen is gone

Float away

Float away

Float away 

Home

Where the water soaks the reeds

The cold is crisp

Needle-like ice

Melts into mud

Cakes into

Pores

Letting in

Too much

I want to breathe in your skin

Politician

Peel away

All of it

Stop shaking

Stop thinking

Stop hesitating

Your mind is a weapon 

With suicide scrolling through its bent halls

Empty faces 

With boxed up ears

Open funnel mouths

Spreading the coincidental tragedy 

Of what you could have been

The more you say

The more you explain

The more they back away

Even the listeners

Don’t like to hear

From mouths of the destitute 

Of the lost

Of the needy

Avoiding empathy at all costs

Gossip 

Hated more than lazy stagnation

Fills the void of contemplation 

Examination of unfortunate circumstances

A broken person was not delivered in poor condition

Molded by the thoughtless frustration of a fully formed being unable to cope with this world

The cycle continues 

I’ve been on both sides

Only thing worse than being a victim 

Is seeing evil corruption

When you look a reflection in the eyes