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Self Reflection

for anyone struggling with self-image

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm ...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon a griefstricken campus will mourn.

Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size of her thighs.
Do unto others—
sisters and brothers?
Yes, but also ourselves, likewise.

Published by Poem-a-Day, Miss Gorilla and The HyperTexts

Lighten my life

Sadness, despair, depression, madness
Are the words that entrap my mind when looking at the bland brown house.
The one house with all grey walls.
The one with the single tan car going back and fourth.
The one where even when we exited our drought, no bright flowers began to sprout.
The one that belongs to a dear Ms. Sky.

My new job started normal, until I met my boss - Ms. Sky.
After that the day was complete utter madness.
Nothing still has yet to sprout.
At Ms. Sky’s house.
I was meant to be at her office first, but I ended up being fourth.

Another Note to God

I cry and break down a lot I lie and say I'm okay when I'm really not I reminisce and look at my wrist at all the scars I've got When you took my mother at 10 months the heartache started God bless the souls of ALL the dearly departed Please tell me is my child up there?

Safety

“It’s your body's’ way of protecting you.” I was told as I felt the singeing handprint of my mother burn into my thigh. It’s my body’s way of protecting me. I remind myself as I feel his hands all over me in the middle of the night when i can only think about the yellow street light that filtered in and cascaded over his large frame like water pouring unexpectedly from the sky. “It’s my body’s way of protecting me.” I explain to the one person who can touch me without making my skin crawl. “Please protect me too.”

~Momentary Lapse of Reason~

I am drowning in my pain Spinning faster and faster I closed my eyes to escape From my momentary lapse of reason In my grave reality of my demise But there is nowhere to hide In a world of complete emptiness I am going under faster and faster Feeling nothing but helplessness And everything was still Just as hope seemed to have faded There was shelter in the distance That shelter was you and I felt warm And everything was still Even from the depths of my mind I knew I was trapped frozen in time I was calling out from my dark despair And only music fell from my bloody lips And e

Travels With John Hunter

We who travel between worlds
lose our muscle and bone.
I was wheeling a barrow of earth
when agony bayoneted me.

I could not sit, or lie down,
or stand, in Casualty.
Stomach-calming clay caked my lips,
I turned yellow as the moon

and slid inside a CAT-scan wheel
in a hospital where I met no one
so much was my liver now my dire
preoccupation. I was sped down a road.

of treetops and fishing-rod lightpoles
towards the three persons of God
and the three persons of John Hunter

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