footsteps of progress are like outlines in sand; one tide comes along, washes all the hard-won imprints out to sea. pathfinder, forget what it means to document your path, for the journey is now, and the earth is too daft to remember your name or the size of your impact. should you leave a way … Continue reading The Footsteps of Progress
All this time, I've lived like a shadow. Envy of the gallows, while all the while, I envied shallow things. All this time, I was callow, howling at my dancing inspirations, unaware my feet were moving alongside theirs. All this time, I was scared, not even sure of what, but ran the gamut of bumps … Continue reading A Sudden Brightness
Fuck a stranger or your lifelong flame. Kiss another with conviction or simply abstain. Commit to another or a series of strange. There will be nothing but pain until you love for yourself.
I said "I'm not who you think I am"; she said, "I'll be damned if you think it changes you."
I'm trying to define happiness, for happy is not the nirvana assumed. All the little impressions I've accrued have painted it black and white, a mosaic of absolutes. I hold some of its gears, some of its parts, but some assembly's required and even then, it stops and it starts. So I grab a screwdriver; … Continue reading Happy (2017)
I fall asleep just after midnight coffee, and in dreams, go to war with my autonomy. It's probably nothing but an oxymoron, to treasure what's gone before acknowledging what's left, and yet, my love; I've never promised I wasn't out of my depth. I wake, booze on my breath and blackouts outliving the evening prior. … Continue reading Matches in the Rye
The beat goes on, but here we are, just shy of ten years gone, and there's old music, whole songs my brain refuses to acknowledge. There's few poems I can't fathom, that invoke such passion, even a modicum arrests every alternate breath. And you're bones at best by now but full fleshed anxiety; the panic … Continue reading Michelle X
How are we such ambassadors of isolation, only segregated by arbitrary spaces? How does this hell of occupying parallel locations make a living preaching ostracization? How can your boulevards not meet at my front yard? Why are avenues I choose often so misconstrued? Will your scenery ever collude with the land I own, its buried … Continue reading iwalkalonelyroad (The Boulevard) (2017)
I searched for myself in the darkest of places, and found naught but a forest, no roads around. There were mirrors in my compass, and faces on the trees. A wall where the clearings should be, an endless maze of mediocrity. The denizens were sweet, but not without caveats cradled within their arms. I searched … Continue reading The Indestructible