Thursday, February 26, 2015

now you see me


Cold tires.
I'm #1, you're #2.
Cloud cover washed away our tracks and flooded the sandbox.   
covered our grape vines in ash and left the fence empty, thinking about hornets.  our animal feet left 
sanded frozen 
footprints,
cloud cover time-lapses
meshed mud & snow 
left us with only animal tracks and pink faces
and memories that hurt,
left us with empty spaces we would label
heartbreaksuicidecancerhatecarcrashshootingsdivorceonandonand
but we never know until after the fact and labeling only hurts more,
it won't erase this crevice, the one that you call a memory and i call the present
Stop 
stuck film rolling through my hands my body is seeing things stop them please. 
Slides of 8th grade health class abusive relationship lesson been in my head ever since because it was too familiar to pretend otherwise 
our halls are echoing with cries for help
Help
The quiet kind
The I don't need you kind of help
The I don't want you I don't want to need you kind of help
the I've been lost since seventh grade kind of Help
the give me hope give me distraction
the I've lost myself 
the i used to think i had courage kind of help



I want to say your heart is red
because thats what everyone else says.  
but since when has everyone else been right.
you've got hair and a nose and eyes that see the
 world
 green 
black
but
I don't see them
anymore.
There was wind in your hair in the calm 
Because you
Put the air into motion and 
cold in the warmth and fire in the air 
that burnt your fingertips and your heart, that was pulsing and pounding red blood
You were contradiction
 you're a lie,
you're hurt,
so am i,
but when people ask ARE YOU OK
post-it-note messages and seminary lessons aren't enough to
tell make your heart believe
YES I AM

so we got left.


cold in my brain numb 
fire thats turned blonde hair to ash and melts my will and 
I'm wrapped in a blanket painted horses, sewn manes and woolen hooves 
they're trampling my thoughts and.
closing doors.

this was grandma's blanket
it smells like sundays and friends 
feels heavier than memories that won't come back
we're cemented in
fearing in
flames. in things gone memories gone like 
lighter fluid will take this away
  listening to the echoes of your fire and the lightening that killed 
it. words words on strings words rolling film rolling my eyes my tongue that is silent,
film rolling in my head silent pictures open motion untouched rolling still rolling films faces places I've never been places I've been places I don't remember faces I've never seen You.  





Maybe your heart is blue. 
I'll take it however.

all i can do is play the piano and i thought that was enough for Johnny.
 it wasn't.

Friday, February 13, 2015

We Are

they took it all
the ones with their faces everywhere
they took the magazine cover and they took
his home-screen and they
thought they took over everything.
All the other people in line were staring at her Vogue perfect face
but,
I'm too busy thinking about you
pray-thinking
about the way You pick me up the way You
say you've loved me forever and the way you
will love me always
we are the ones who forget it
i forget that You don't make things broken
You make fixing things
beautiful things
you make people and
they call you Creator.

I've tried that,
tried creating with my fingers on the keys and my foot on the pedal
and my heart somewhere up close to You
and my fingertips are telling you
thank you for grand pianos
my fingertips are hugging you so hard
on those keys that
perfection is closer to these sounds coming from my heart than
her lungs are to oxygen
we're all a part of this air of this something
You tell me we're a part of You
a part of together
parts that don't break
parts that you made perfect
but we forget sometimes.

Heaven made us right
Hurt made us strong
I'm making rhythm the way that she makes pavement fly beneath her feet The way that
you love
The way his hands make pictures
The way her voice believes, and believes in,
We are the scarred
The scared
The broken-burning-angry
You made perfect
souls so
Thank You.

I don't stare for beauty I search for your perfection
home-made
in a keyboard
in smiles with crooked teeth
the foot of this ADHD kid tapping time
for hopes that grow kindness
in flaws making us real
for details
working bodies
love

I'm thanking humanity for the broken ones
that give dreams and hope
she calls retouch perfect, well

we've got hearts not power cords
my memory card doesn't have a limit
we're alive
and that Vogue cover is not
these shoes never will be
these piano keys are breathing through my lungs not their own
breathing my life
because flawless is a state of being
a human condition
a side-effect of souls
and heartbeats.
Let's get used to imperfection
because we do it perfectly.
we are humanity
we are beauty
we are soul.
let's just
let ourselves
Be.