one-two

ONCE UPON A TIME...
a very young,
very messed up girl
fell deeply and madly in love
with a very messed up man
even as messed up as she was
she knew that together
they would only get worse
so she set off to get better
without him.
she found some one
just one, but that's enough
who was kind to her
and who allowed her
the space and time
needed to heal
and she got better
and lived happily ever after
unfortunately
the man in her dreams
(who wasn't really there
when she needed him)
chose differently
and he never got better.
THE END

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he never knew
but he showed me
he never looked
to see it himself
he never knew
what was there
all along, forgotten
ignored, denied
he didn't know
he never saw
i didn't know
he was too much
a coward!
afraid to look
inside his own heart
to find the love
he thought he never had

yesterday

how about, instead of supporting more institutions that serve to indoctrinate the youth into control-based society, we start supporting the mothers whose job is to care for them? how about, instead of sending those institutionalized youth off to prison when they make bad decisions, we start asking ourselves what happened to them that disabled their decision-making abilities in the first place? when do we stop coming up with solutions that never work because we aren't asking the right questions?

thunder

i have never seen a herd of bison
i've never seen a single bison up close
but i know exactly what they smell like

there's something inside me
that can't be defined
by holding the right papers.
no matter what you think about me,
you can't change who i am.
it's not about picking sides,
it's about being true to myself.

if you can't hear the voices of your ancestors
maybe that's because
you are too busy telling everybody else
that their ghosts aren't real.

responsibility

i might just have to throw a really big hissy fit....

forgiveness, my ass! that's just permission to do it again.
no. hell no. no fucking way.

no compromises.
no meeting in the middle.
not this time, dammit.
not ever again.

no more blaming.
you fucked up and you know it.
own it.

dance with me

you come at night
the mist
swirling around me
and i, the wind
lift you up
to dance with the stars
we twirl and spin
swirling
faster
and faster
until my thunder
roars across the sky
and you let loose your
lightning bolts
and we both fall
back to earth
as gentle spring rain