Paper Ears 

  

I needed to get back 

To the lab again

Alone with paper and pen 

All these emotions 

Shooting through me 

In an unannounced current 

Of electricity 

Keeping me up turning 

The spin of the ballerina in that box

Hearing the music of my own 

…melodic thoughts

Like a deer in the woods 

Frolicking and evading 

The hunters postured in each direction 

The compass behind my eyes

Faithfully guided me to a covered protection 

To transfer the impulses from 

inside 

…to out 

All I needed to do was

Write

Them 

Down 

  


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Write about IT

  

Write about the gut wrenching pain

That seeps from stomach to heart
Stain the page 

With the noises causing my brain hurt 

Spinning my mind like a ferris wheel 

And I choose not to look down 

Without a view to admire

Just that terrible circus music

And a scary clown waving his hands 

I stay on…

Falling asleep to wake back up 

And running a marathon in between 

The life that got me here and the one 

I am striving toward 

Write about the sharpest broken heart 

I have ever felt

A heart shared beautifully into another’s reach

A heart now expanding through trauma and grief

Write about how to get through each second

Do whatever you have to do but promise to make it

It will get better

Because our miraculous beings have an amazing capibility to consistently grow stronger 

Become like a child, with a resilient behavior 

Write about all of it

The death-the shock-the sickness

The love-the beauty-the moments that stale from quickness

And how you overcame it 

Write it out and do not forget 

It may seem terrifying now 

Or glorious now

When it changes, and it will

Look back on how you made it

To get to paradise

From the guts of laughter

To stain the paper

That is how we will do it 

  
~for our future generations, we must share how we made it from yesterday, to a better place. -Souldiergirl 

Heart Strokes 

  

This piece was directly inspired after reading “not here to impress” by photographer and poet Jay. Please give him a looksee :)) 

~Heart Strokes~ 

“I wear my heart on my sleeve”

…someone once said

And millions have echoed

Me though…

I wear my heart right here

Wounds at the tips of my fingers 

Nails painted 

In a flesh toned manicure

Of grief and loss and love and dreams

The sleeve is too far up it seems

Easily camouflaged 

Like my shoes on the street 

Ripping the shirt into pieces of its birth 

With hands to open a throat of words 

…I breathe and sit and swallow it down 

My heart is what makes my fingertips pound

Click click clack

From my vintage typewriter to this new age device 

I keep my heart in my hands 

Bleeding…as I write 

  

Of Words 

Tell me again that this feeling will subside
When the words refuse to sit on the pages
And all I know to do is let the dizzy take me in
I fall into a deep and enslaving melody
Swaying and shaking, encompassing every fiber in me

I cannot pause to think

Nor mute these letters that come alive through your ink
It’s a storm-driven string of hell in my hands
The perfect arrangement, a symphonic demise
And the way life takes us into demonic stuttering eyes
I cannot look away, I must purge my pen of this write

Releasing pent up sounds

Last response to your haunting chains
Clanging brash in trebles and hooks
Enough darkness to fill every book
To give everything up like swept away
If I let it all go, will this feeling decay?

This piece is created from the minds of the marvelous and ridiculously talented Johnny and myself, Souldiergirl.