I'm so nosey

about how all the people

fit into my days

the thoughts they bring

insights

Sending you love

Letting go and losing

Same result

oh!

how different the process 

Control, control! control...

No matter what I feel

the situation's still the same

So I'll be smiling all today

and tomorrow's tomorrow

Direct consequence

of low self-esteem

poor self-worth

is being surrounded

by dimwitted shorts

with you being in the center

Get upset enough to love 

yourself unlike anyone

has ever

and rid of dumb in all our lives

Woke up

thought, hasn't snowed

for a couple nights

Smiled in the face of spring

who chuckled at me

when I looked out the window

Tea with a cat, then

It's almost been 11 years

since I ran away

The smell and peace took

me back to a day

he came into that space

to take my love into his hands

So far away in thought

I was today I realized

I left my kids

Be present, I tell myself

Away with past

Some blurry photos, yes

but not a thought. For what?

 

I saw fire

burning under water

No punch line

no moral

Just a dance

The language of compliments

is a dead one in my family

Beyond that, I don't know anything

about anything

and live in this stinking town

wasting away

all the talents I don't possess

and small children

What languages do you speak?

Things that hold us together

beautiful they're

make us look so good

don't they?

I'm distressed because I have to work and I can't

because I have to get ready and I can't because I

have to work. 

So here I am. Entertain me.

External business masks

slow internal processes

Daily bursts of laziness 

contribute to inner changes

Plan accordingly

Truth!

It may be right 1000 times

but has no value

if it's unkind

One of mystery boxes adulthood gifts is Space for Failure. Some kids are never allowed that. I suggest we open the gift and take conscientious advantage of that vast space that accepts our fails, allows for that manic dance, the bitter experience, the discovery of freedom. And the chance to grow even taller.

When no one understands

you remember

every path is a path

Took you a life

to get where you are

I'm grateful for you

being you

so I can be

me 

Let's be osculable

by the magic of us

Catered tea party,

then Blues for the Orient

that spinach cake

a children's book

an empty house

I must have stepped

into someone else's life

just for a day

How fun!

I do my best to accept

and work on my issues

But some days it's easier

to kill him

And so I do

He's died many deaths before

But when a day like this

suddenly rushes in

full of golden light

even in a state of being triggered

I let him live

(As my greatest teacher)

I used to get into the car and think

today, it could be over

just one quick moment

and hell no more

 

Here I am still, now all on my own

I might be tired, can't tell a shoe

from my own needs

but those thoughts are gone

 

Don't let it get to you, you hear

come draw with me

and every morning dance your name

We'll dedicate it all... to life

 

We're going to a grove

to listen

to pistachios crack

open

Because I took on too many

roles

and forgot to 

breathe 

Now pack

or I'm losing it

All history of human culture is an attempt to praise a woman. Cherchez la femme, as always. 

Happy March 8th to all the beauties, all the inspirations! 💕

I hand off

the action of the intellect

the motion of thoughts

to the one who handles that best

the strong sex

Freed, I fall into emotions

and dance a wild palette

like I should have been

Find me among tumbleweed

fragrant hops

laughing at dust bunnies

assigning stars to trees 

                                                                                     Stolen Art

Everything you do

is already yours

Every little drop

carries you in it

No one has a style

like you do

So why do you have to claim it

too

I'm going to say something

so banal 

you might choke on your drink

so quit your sipping

I set out looking for magic

and found myself

Now let's spell together

Practicing bliss

through art glasses

and dancing trees

Turn it up!

 I've had a love affair

with every morning

I've laid eyes on

The way they hold me

breathe into my soul

show me exclusive things

exclusively for me

The aphrodisiac fullness of

morning light

I carry through the day

into the night

and then

    release

Mad about collecting energy

like pearls onto a string

everywhere I go

Every impression, note, love

event, food, gaze

clouds of it coming off people

I take

stash it under that long dress

And then transmute it into

the next hug, touch, word

I'll feed you in return

I will

I'm a sunny bunny

hop-hop 

can't stop

do it all

But let me say

I'm here to stand

on 2 long legs

and undo feminism

tracert

I've asked before

doesn't the sound of a mallet

that comes before the note

make you cringe in anticipation

of purity and beauty

An answer came, at last

I winced because it's help

that I could never ask for

accept and hold in life 

An exploration so exciting

to make the mallet help

bring out the music

and be together, one

in all life's arms