August 19, 2017: Muddy Footprints

I want to fingerpaint my emotions on a chalkboard

I want to tell time with a jump-rope
Over and over and over again

I want to sing chants that nobody understands
But everybody knows
Because we’re all human.

I want to pretend I’m flying over every “no”
In formation with 100 birds creating an image
that says “I’m worth it”

I want to take every uncomfortable moment
Every naked adventure
And play with them on my guitar

I want to make a song out of paper and
Dance with my uncertainties

I want to roll around in a muddy puddle
And make footprints towards my desire

I want to fingerpaint my emotions on a chalkboard

September 18, 2016: Poetic Lust

embrace me in your honesty
rip off these layers and
warm me with your breath

touch everywhere that hurts
leave nothing to imagination
and soothe these bruises with your

eloquent form

exhaust me in your never-ending search for naked confessions.

im ready.

March 29, 2016: Make Waves

Jump in a puddle
Make waves in the solitude of innocence

Convince the chiming surroundings
The tick tock blocks of moving wheels

To feel young again.

Pretend the path you walk leads underwater
Shock the dry tired toes
And show them where those reflections go
Stir up the silent sunset
With a wet blast of past passions

It may be a lonely venture
But an adventure nonetheless.

Make waves in the solitude of innocence
Jump in a puddle.

January 25, 2016: Beautifully Alone

I love the independence of being single
Because you get to independently feel alone
And that’s beautiful

It’s not often you have to truly comfort yourself…
I love the brutal-ness of that challenge

Don’t believe me? Me neither.
So feeling alone is gross. Poetically gross.
That doesn’t make it any less beautiful.

Take an HONEST look.
No really.

What are your weaknesses
What makes you fall to the floor in laughter or pain
What passionates you

/Oh that’s a word
To fill one with passion.
Trust me. I’m an English teacher../

GOSH you are wonderful
Look how you miscommunicate,
How you awkward-walk and talk on days when…

…What days make you awkward walk and talk?

There are things you really just truly are terrible at
And things that make you feel crap or inspired or beaten down
WHY

What is it about that guys face, or those teammates tears that makes you FEEL.

Find that core. Find that trembling emotion
that bursting need to scream or giggle or cry or love- to emotionalize

/to bring life into living/

Take your face in your hands and squeeze it
Or don’t. because that’s kind of silly

But what I mean is just stand naked in front of your faults and FEEL what it FEELS to be you. To be a magnificently flawed and confused being.

WOW
How freeing

How amazingly difficult and jarring that is. I’M NOT PERFECT

say that again.

And accept it

And ACCEPT IT.

Judge yourself and wonder at the glory of these dancing moments. Yes.
Dancing.

A poet word but hey, do you not feel rhythm in your days too?

I don’t
/
I do/

Check out of your bathroom vanities and let’s travel a bit lighter from now on.
I’m sick of this dependency.

Give me some grossly beautiful alone.

/completely yourself/

 

 

 

 

January 14, 2015: Snow Day

I love fresh snow
I love how it tickles my nose and
falls softly
(I wish I could fall softly)

Often I’ll look up in those moments
To the bright grey sky
Trying to tell me it’s not a black and white kind of day

And in those moments I feel
sewed into the fabric of the sky
I am connected to the cold beautiful flakes

They too, look all the same from afar,
but up
close
They are unique—they tell their own story

Okay. Cliché.

But sometimes the clearly cliché is the truth we avoid.