some heroine

try to illustrate the way
my heart sings onomatopoetic
like a comic book lover.
i marvel...

colours of primary
red
yellow
blue
and black so black;
pops the white
where i write
in words that come in sounds
of cacophonic proportions
stammer stutter stare stumble stuck. here.

i keep subscribing to these issues;
speed read and write the story
spill my guts
for glory

writer's block, the villain
blank holes and lead dust smudges
where the words once were
and ought to be
crumble under pressure.

stage fright is my kryptonite
tear another page.

i am some heroine.

change.

and when we are forced to remember
everything we forgot might have changed
differences team up together
and nothing has only stayed same
we look at the faces we recognize
as someone we're certain we knew
and we laugh at the memories we harbour
in hearts that have broken in
too many times
as we settle ourselves very tightly
outstretched in our comfortable groove
squeezing in what we think comes tomorrow
as all yesterdays quickly sift through
we try as we may to hold on to
everything good in our past
but as mighty our fists tend to gather
only scatterbrained moments still last
we'll wander the streets of our lifetime
looking backwards at all that we've lost
disregarding what waits in the future
and avoiding right now at all cost
we fight and we fight and keep fighting
to ignore laws of life seems so strange
when the only thing proven for certain
shows the only thing certain is change.

i do.

remember when you used to sing to me all night every night while you watched the sun and smelled the ocean and i counted stars and sang along.

remember when i'd make you tea as i poured my martinis so we both could sip and tap fingertips

remember when we used to talk. no... i mean really. talk. and dream. perhaps we were talking in our sleep

remember...

japanese food
driving to nowhere
pink sweaters
love letters
art
time & confusion
cherry ice cream
and pi

i do. i do. i do.

get the funk out

crazy days turn into
nights
and lights
lose sight
gain sound surround
yourself
with beauty
where you find it

bats fly
boys cry
sink to the bottom of the
bwomp swamp...

its murrrrrky.

let it go
free your soul -
get the funk out.

what i am is what i am

do you think you know me?
with all i have said
and all you have seen
do you believe i am a true representation
of who i really am?
and do you think you know me?
and if you do...
why are you still here?