meme12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Over the past year, I have gone over and over in my head, who I am. Who I want to be. Who I have been. Insecure? Yes. Confident? Yes. Selfish? Yes. Selfless? Yes. Self-critical? Always. I have had a constant battle with myself since I can remember. I have felt on top of the world, powerful, loved, knowledgeable, creative, respected, admired. I have gleamed in my pride. I have felt at the bottom of the world, powerless, hated, ignorant, dull, stepped on, shunned. I have recoiled in my shame. I have gone back and forth with these traits, as people do, but all in all, I have moved forward. I have learned who I never want to be again, and I am learning who I am right now. And I know that who I become will be all the stronger. I have guilt, but no regret. I have mistrust, but no hatred. I have a heart--and I pray that it will never harden to humanity. I fear that it has already begun to at times, and that terrifies me. Because I love to love, and I despise hate; yet growing up ha
peppermintAnd I'll justpeppermint12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trace your bright scars with my tongue
And with my teeth spell out
On your collarbone where it's almost unseen
At the smooth joining of muscle,
That I love you
In spite of/Because of the fact that you're the
Antithesis of innocent and
Legally dead in someone's mind.
And those fingers that braid me bits of string
Are also used to
Spin about me words that end up
Stretching everything to the point that I'm a
Piano tuned too tight
Ready to fly completely apart if
The wrong finger
(That being anybody else's)
Hits the wrong note
(That being anything less than your lips)
At the wrong time.
And when I can erase a state line or two on some map
I'll tell you everything, all of this,
In the language of my hands.
HOLDING UPHOLDING UP13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's so precious you hold on so?
so terrible you cannot tell?
if you must, though I would share the pain
as well ask my portion of the joy.
if you need, though I would never claim
a greater part than you would give.
if you fear, though I am often told
a lonely hurt hurts more alone.
if holding holds you still;
though holding's holding still;
and while you're holding on,
hold on to me, and
I'll hold on