August 25, 2018: Apple Crumble

Give it up
This apple crumble of timing
Take it apart
Piece by piece

Throw it at the ground, where nothing is safe and sound anymore
The floor isn’t the place to punch out your words

If you heard what it had to say back
You’d attack yourself instead

Get out of your head and stand back up
Fill your cup with kindness and stop fishing around
For safe and sound

This isn’t a head pounding kind of night
Your fight with furniture.. With mirror, with lights, with door

Is a sure way to get crushed in your rush to get out.
Give it up

August 6, 2014: Calm before the Storm

Clouds roll in from the north
But there she sits still naked in her chair
Letting the electrified air tingle her strong stubborn skin
She won’t let it sink in that the sun no longer shines
There’s something soothing in the chill of storms that aren’t yet here

December 6, 2013: Lost Lullabies

This night speaks tongue I do not know
As waterfalls melt the helpless snow I used to wish for.
I used to feel balanced and in control but now I stroll,
I shuffle
Hoping my next step falls in front and not
behind.
I don’t mind the mess around me,
because it only surrounds me, but tonight it’s begun to sink inside
I could hide behind my eyes before…
not anymore.
Though I’m sure it isn’t here to stay
I cannot say when it will pass, I guess when I can find
a stable hold on all that spins around
I can clean this mess that knocks me down and nights will start to make sense again
Instead of sounds I do not know,
all I will hear are lullabies to shush me into steady dreams.
Soon all will seem at peace again.