Commercial Break!

a mini showcase

Hello motherfuckers, in honor of nice weather and it truly starting to feel like spring, I thought I'd take a break from grilling your asses and showcase some of my other talents and things I've been working on lately. I hope you enjoy (If you don't, I have the perfect thing for you. Write your opinion on a slip of paper, lay on your side, lift up your top leg and shove that slip of paper right up your ass.) Once again, Enjoy!

“She never says words”

and if I did, what would you use them for? 

would you turn over every stone 

engraved with words I’ve said

in hopes that

they’d be marked with hints

leading you on a voyage to my heart.

would you weather a storm

in the middle of the ocean

holding all my unsaid words 

and shaken away thoughts

just to make it to the island of my dreams?

would you endure dehydration

in the desert of my sweltering silence

out of blind optimism 

that one day it will rain

things you never thought of?

or blast off into the gravity-less pit

that is my mind,

bouncing from galaxy to galaxy

trying to learn the ways of my thoughts 

in hopes to always be following them?

“I don’t say words” pffffft, what do you want me to say? 

do you want me to pitty pat around

and ask about your favorite color? 

or your favorite type of snacks

on a late night Sheetz run?

perhaps you’d like me to point out all of my flaws

one-by-one

and give you a play by play 

of how “one day I’m going to change them”

maybe 

it’s all the things that deem me worthy

of your consideration 

that you crave.

what exactly is it that you want me to say?

maybe it would help if you picked your brain

before coming over here

trying to scramble mine.

 dig up some conversational matter

and maybe the answers you seek

will be the the answers you find. 

I don’t say words

But I think them all the time.

strings and strings of them

lining my skull like 

LED lights. 

I keep so many of them 

tucked tightly into the safe that is my mind that 

sometimes the door gets wedged open 

and they spill from my mouth

blowing my cover.

SHE SAYS WORDS! 

(3.7.24)

(this one's a bit of an oldie but it still applies)

malleable (4:19:19)

sometimes I forget

that I’m not the woman I’m supposed

to be yet.

that I still have some growing,

bending, 

s t r e t c h i n g,

breaking 

to do. 

that I am not complete in the eyes

of me so 

I’m probably not the final product in

the eyes of any of you.

I am simply putty right now,

that has not yet been molded into clay.

on a quest 

to take over the world 

like thelma and louise. 

blood is thick 

but not thick as thieves.

it’s always a different scheme

on the road to

fully grasping the human experience. 

instead of changing wigs,

we’re changing identities. 

with no intentions 

to stop moving. 

(3.8.24)