Get back up

Get back up

I know you can hear me,
Get back up

You’re scared,
But you’re not alone

So get back up


Can you call my bluff
Poker face, dressed in lace
Teetering on the extremes
Of your mind

A tight rope to my
Imaginings, run wild
Swaying in the wind
No fear

I jump!

Catch me, love

“You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don’t use logic when I do it. Logic’s the first thing you have to get rid of.”
― J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories


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Breathing In

These emotions I have
Have yet to find their place
In this world
Still pending

It’s unfair you know
Speaking to no avail

Until there are
No more words left
Flushed feelings faded out
Apathetic to my wounds
Insisting on being known


“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” — Kahlil Gibra


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Inimicis pra Amicis

You desire a truth,
I’ll give you it then.

I’ll be fair and honest,
Don’t expect this again.

I am going to stab you.
Pierce through your veil
For what hides underneath
Is both putrid and stale

If I could get closer.
I’d find what I know
is lurking beneath,
in your shadows

A door unlocked,
My worlds unknown
You put on display
A friend turned foe

The things that hurt
You know them well
You’ve taken up arms
And sold a sore tale

My memories of you
Have gone with the wind
Like a weak rooted tree
You crack and you bend

Never solid on ten
With motives unknown
Always loyal to the ones
Who leave when it snows

I sew my seeds
In conscious mind
This truth is for you
You gave me mine

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”

-Washington Irving


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Praeceptum: Inimicis pra Amicis

Tell me a Truth

∗ Don’t riddle or drag
∗ Just shoot it to me square
Don’t play on my porch
— or take me for fare

  • Don’t swindle on tricks
  • Nor omit the tiny bits
  • Don’t put on a cape, a mask  — no wigs

Just tell me a Truth


“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.” – Anne Lamott


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