Monthly Archives: November 2012

duel

diversion-300x200

And I,

I change direction

Just to keep them guessing

I

I change direction

Just to make them try

You say you want to love me

That you don’t want to break me

But I know if I’m to love you

I will have to change.

I duck and weave and shift my speed

So you won’t overtake me

I parry your

Overtures like upper cuts to the chest

Telling you it’s the best

I can do

And you

Try to glue the pieces back together

When I inevitably

fall apart

And tear-stains

make track marks

Down my dirt-strained face

And it’s the best

I can do

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Brackish

salmon-spawning

If I were a fish

I would be a Salmon

because I was born in the cold,

a small fry in a large pond,

living the life aquatic.

But freshwater dreams

Are risky things.

I am suited to salty tides,

For brackish water makes metal.

I naturally turn tail

to swim upstream

slipping past, and leaping fast

Only to submerge in the undertow.

Because

if I don’t beat my body

at the current

I lack direction.

I navigate by instinct,

not a roadmap.

I define who I am,

growing teeth to be worthy of the ocean,

and swim across seas

to find a place

to call home.

And when I am broken, bloody, scarred

I will rest.

If that’s too much

then fuck it.

The world is so full of people

who gave up before they began.

The world is full of people

who don’t know who they are.

The world is full of people

who died before they lived.

If you don’t stand for something

you fall for anything.

If you don’t stand for something

you lie down and die

If I don’t stand for something

I’ll fall.

If I don’t stand for something

I will lie down,

in this shallow river,

turn my dull eye to the sun

and wait,

wait for the birds to come.

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