oh what a nightmare

i am never ready to be there for ppl

sorrow is terrifying



but we share it and that's just what we do

fear of water

an edge curls up
on my sheet of postage stamps
i too
unfastened; unplanted;
unsorted; unset

pull back from placement


backwards glance
side-ward eyes
hands mid-torso at the ready

a wave approaches
to cool the skin or settle a simmering heat
i hold my breath
until the current thrusts past
boldly rushing about the tightened muscles of my substance
unearthing bone

backwards glance
toes pushed in sand
hands forced down to find balance

nothing is at the ready

ohio storms

i love the color gray
when it's livid with a stirring storm
clouds set to a shivering dance and flutter
light, shade
tone

like lightning; tamed

consumed for a brief while inside the sky

i hear you up there, you gentle flickers of white glow

drench my lashes and drip down my jawline
gentle despite the growls

i feel
uncompelling
unfound unseen
plan B waiting to be

settled for

and i;ll settle for no less

than lonely alone

or embraced in shared breathing










it's getting harder an harder to
shine

y'know...i'm coming to terms with the fact that Im just one of those people who needs or at least wants...shared confusion. It's one of many human needs i resent, but it is who i am.
shall we?