the truth feels bubbly. you know, the rumbling, low in your stomach, when the truth is ready to come out but you’re holding it down in hopes that the feeling will go away? but that feeling doesn’t go away. sure, when you’re out of the situation where the truth isn’t relevant, the bubbling dies down….
Tag: poetry
ragged, still-beating, beautiful, broken
please be gentle with this ragged heart.it’s broken down & tired, but begging to restart.to find somewhere soft to land, steadied & humbled,& ready to guard it, as this dear heart can be so troubled. please be kind to this still-beating heart.i know it looks bruised & battered, but i’d prefer to consider it art.handle…
open, open, open
you used to say that you could see what i was thinking, just by looking intomy eyes. you told me you could read me like a book & that the cover to my book,my eyes–a green tinged with golden rings, were easily opened by you. i soon grew addicted to the fast turning of pages,…
a hallway conversation
we will write love on these walls.simply put: we will inscribe all of our hopes & dreams into the four walls of this dwelling place. no shame, no fear in our longings. only support & manifestation in this home.harder to do: we will inscribe these hopes into our inner-most beings, onto our very souls–until our…