Heaven’s mess

(A throwback)   The place I heard heaven’s message was where I stood and could see no distinction between the parts of you and the parts of me, mixed up in beautiful chaos, and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.” It has been ever so simple since.

Gambler [a poem]

The devastation was not about my heart alone but in watching the pedestal upon which you always stood crumble to the ground: along the side, the inscription had read “strength.“ I thought you would win against this. I’d read the confidence in the way you seemed to play all the hands the universe dealt took…

when the world shatters

i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…

my humanity [a brief crafted thought]

There are moments, sometimes, I feel so justified in my humanity, feel so rightly vulnerable, feel excited, feel alone, feel endlessly hopeful, feel despair, feel desire for my deepest wants that burns to the point of physical ache, feel beautiful, feel foolish, feel too proud, too modest, gullible, feel too easily hurt, feel guarded, too…