We’ll lift our sleeves so bare,
that we might see each Angle
& Error. Arms that have shared
with every other heart etched in
our skin. We’ll be not Sorry to see
that this is Who we have Become
to be… And tonight we’ll raise our
glass to being no one else’s fool.
May you Enjoy your Thanksgiving
with family and friends!
Thank you all for being here!
Gazing further within my eyes
you see my demons no longer hide.
They laugh insidiously…
Hearing the echoes as they play
throughout my mind.
Still I stand fearless.
For I will never bow before any of them.
In their storm, tattered, bruised &
shattered I remain whole;
even as they continue to pierce
my soul weaving ever deeply.
I am not looking to be saved,
but only loved.
Artist Rafael Grampa
Never did I try to change you.
I suppose some part of me knew
that your love was a half-assed
poem shoved in the back pocket
of the pants you purchased when
you were still trying to impress me.
Forcing me into poems so
microscopic, hoping you could find
something in between the seventeen
thousand four hundred and twenty
seven seconds you spent staring
at me, of everything you ever
wanted me to be that I never was.
In the end I just got tired of being
My halo has not fallen but my horns
at times do often show and my bones,
so brittle, now crack for my sickness is
all I know. I will never be alone though,
for my shadow hides beside me in the
dark and dances in my glow. I still smile
at the happiness I’ve known and keep it
deep within my heart. Please never feel
sorry for me because if you only knew
how beautiful the sunsets and rises are to me
in comparison to most of you… Many take
for granted such simple things in life but
when you’re dying all the time each day
completed is worth the strife I fight.
When my heart breaks,
Tears of blood fall down my face.
Wishing all your words were not lies.
Though knowing the truth so deep inside.
When you truly love the rain you don’t
need an umbrella otherwise you will
not feel the love bestowed upon you.