Unfinished business haunts me. What haunts you?
Here I lay, limp, unworn;
Ragged edges flipped and torn.
Lost and reckless-
Armless in a box.
Had grand plans, had big schemes,
Had sky wide hopes and dreams.
Armless in a box.
No one wears me, I’m not petty;
Freedom’s coming, I’ll be ready.
Wear me, love me
Set me free,
No more Armless in a Box
“Instead of letting the negativity of others bring you down, rise up.” It’s harder than it sounds.
Every thing I say,
No matter what I do,
Nothing is ever good or
Perfect enough for you.
Say something nice to me,
Let no complaint pass your lips,
I promise you won’t break-
Might save our relationship.
No matter what you think,
Every thing you fail,
Only makes me stronger;
My resolve prevails.
Fairy tales all had teeth in the beginning.
In the darkened wood
The green tree waits alone
The fire is looming
Near to her home
Clear as woman’s tears
Before they fall to the mud
Deep, raw and red
As woman’s blood
Blue is the sky
Before the heavens fall
Strangle them all
Choke on your words
Like ashes on the tongue
Look to another
The green tree is done
If you lost your memory, what would be the one thing you wished for?
I was still the grandchild and not the adult
You could tell me stories again
You were still here with me all the time
Things were the way I remember
I wasn’t afraid for what’s next
I didn’t fear for my mother
I wasn’t afraid for myself
I wasn’t worried for my daughters
You didn’t remember what happened to your mother
Your granddaughters wouldn’t have to see this
I wish I didn’t miss you so badly
I have deep connections to the land where I live, here in Oregon, where the water is cool, the trees are tall, and the sky is as wide as my wondering eyes.
Once, I was a tree.
My toes were roots that
Traveled deep into the soil.
My fingers were branches
Reaching for the sun.
My hair was leaves
Fluttering in the breeze.
The warmth of summer
On my bark was my tan.
The cool snow wrapped
Me up like a sweater
In the winter.
I loved to dye my hair leaves
Different colors in the fall.
In the spring, I tried on
New bark dresses
And adorned my leaf tresses
With greens of all shades
The land is my mother,
The sky is my father.
The lakes and rivers
Are my aunts and uncles.
All the trees
are my brothers and sisters.
In their arms,
Sometimes, when we lose hope, it can be easier to decide to give up than to keep fighting.
Hope is a burden I cannot shoulder
Disappointment is so much more clear
Wanting something causes need
To make you hold something dear
It will be better to become stone
To never want anything
Wanting something gives it power
To desire the feeling it will bring
Desire, that old enemy of stone
It rears up and bites, grips you
In its fierce jaws where you writhe
And struggle, you do
I’m a maiden of rock, sure
A creature of silent remorse
I bear my crushed hope
And sink beneath its force
Hope’s lost warrior
Doesn’t live here
Find another believer
To dwell in fear
I am not she
Not the one
It isn’t me
Greek mythology cautions no one’s fate is their own, but is rather a fabric created, measured, and severed by Clotho the Spinner, Lachesis the Measurer, and Atropos the Cutter.
I am the twisted and tangled of things,
Rolled and unrolled from colorful skeins.
I am the master of this ship made of wings,
And I am the vessel which all of this brings.
Through my voice the wind howls and sings,
Through my eyes see the splendor of rings.
Moonlight and sunlight by any means,
I am the creator of marvelous things.
I am the master of this ship made of words;
I am the owner of these thoughts never heard.
I am the lock whose door cannot open-
I am the key which can never be broken.
Ferocity runs wild and rampant in me:
Tread with caution, ere I let it free.
My thoughts are the tangled and twisted of things,
Rolled and unrolled from bright deadly skeins.