my own forehead

I'm bored to tears
I'll never be the character of any story but the rotting one of my own.

yesterday my back was read by your fingers,
too much comfort, too much of a blossom from my insides occurred.
I struck my own forehead as a reminder for a week or two,
the worse it is the better it is
the worse i am the better i am
the worse i feel the better i'll be

god i love when it is raining;
i love it too much when a storm fights to swallow me
because i have beaten it down to consume myself.
i am a bushel for people to pick from,
a blade of grass for someone who can only love to split in half

and when I finally perish, the most naked i'll ever be is when no one is standing in front of me.

the most emotion i'll ever feel is before a deal is made,
for fear of every failure plucks a wing before it's owner can stray.

tie yourself down, make the knots tight and heavy
make your soul good and ready
for salt and for fire
you'll only ever tire
at the very
absolute
end

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ah, i'm so glad Marcie sent me to your page... -- this is an infinitely riveting read... -- it reminds me of the struggle for survival and the aspiration to thrive... of strengths we all possess... and the weaknesses we all succumb to... of thoughts of construction and self-destruction... -- you are skilled in putting moments under a microscope and studying them minutely... and i say this even though i've only just read your words on this page for the first time... -- very compelling stuff...

[wolfshrew]

Thank you! I am glad she sent you as well, I am looking forward to taking a look at your stuff. You seem to have a very detailed mind, even just based off these few reviews you've given me. Again, thank you. I think you've read this right, it actually gives me more perspective that this starts out very much feeling very sorry for itself, then slowly works it way out.

[. serah .]

-- oh, the privilege is all mine... and this piece speaks of vulnerabilities in a resilient voice, so it definitely travels beyond limitations... -- and thank you for the compliment, fellow owner of a detailed mind... :) (and, in my head, i'm thanking marcie again)...

[fireblossom]

Yummy. What perfectly crazy light shines through these windows. Let's eat corn on the cob and pretend we are natures gift to new lands. Why not? I mean I'm already halfway there with these words filling my sails.

[atom]

Beautiful as always.

[celyn]

I have missed your writing.