Accepting this

Pain lives thru
my body___
& that means___
I don't
live in pain, & I
never did.

(4/26/16)
:By now I get that this is true, but
it feels very strange to say.

Can't keep pretending

How many times
did death caress
our lives
as children, & went
unnoticed___,
so we could keep
playing
make-believe?

That touch of___

Being punched back
into poetry is better, because
the boundaries are not
limits___,
besides___,
touching the untouchable
is good for the soul.

Yielding for stubborn determination

Admitting
that this is as good
as it gets
for now___ is
hopefully advantageous
to a wait-&-see
optimism pushing mentality
that exists, because
what waits in the alternative is___
a wasted life
I won't
bother imagining.

(4/1/16)

What rough edges?

Sharp mannered, but not
w/ ill will___
smooth when appropriate, & sweet
when summoned___

not many seem to get it tho.

(3/28/16)

So

Tip toes bleeding
soz to balance on the edge
of a razor blade, of a
special brand
called:
Live Anyway.

(3/31/16)

Tremble to a sigh

Even when alone
I will
hide the pain
by taking a sip, &
release the sigh
into
my cup.

Provoking to provoke

Bop me w/ a mallet
until I come out
tender.

Even if prepared, it comes down to luck & a prayer

Can't waste it
asking how life
got this way,
it's already painful
enough
as is

even as a child
I expected it would suck,
so maybe my life
wouldn't be
such a let down, but there was
no way to quite picture it,
& there's no way
I could've expected this shit
& be grateful no less, as
it could be
so much
worse

let's just pray
I did something right, cuz
one good deed may later
save my skin, barely___, since
it's happened more
than once
before

3/27/16