grapefruit juice,
drippin off the side
of your mouth,
leaving your hands all
sticky
and sweet smellin.
i told you,
lovin me
is like pickin
the
sweetest juiciest
fruit of love.
did you ever imagine
me?
Touched.
all work by SH
Monday, November 30, 2015
hand washing
remember to wash your
hands.
you've got coal
and dirt
left over from
messy hearts.
your soul don't live in the
slums
anymore.
you are home.
hands.
you've got coal
and dirt
left over from
messy hearts.
your soul don't live in the
slums
anymore.
you are home.
post summer growth
let yourself be
a flower
blooming.
no longer in a dark alley.
your words are honey
and love now.
a flower
blooming.
no longer in a dark alley.
your words are honey
and love now.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Lessons in Overthinking
1. The only reason your heart fights alone
is because you can never get your
mind to follow.
2. Playing a dictator to a heavy sword
is much easier than loving with a soft soul.
3. You remember all the seeds of lies
that were planted outside of your home,
and you water them as if
they were the only ways
you were loved.
4. You think that the stars have put you here,
but really you thoughtfully manifested
your heart breaking.
5. Painfully, your mind believes you
are a damsel in distress,
always to be
alone.
is because you can never get your
mind to follow.
2. Playing a dictator to a heavy sword
is much easier than loving with a soft soul.
3. You remember all the seeds of lies
that were planted outside of your home,
and you water them as if
they were the only ways
you were loved.
4. You think that the stars have put you here,
but really you thoughtfully manifested
your heart breaking.
5. Painfully, your mind believes you
are a damsel in distress,
always to be
alone.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
and with much of nothing left
I've taken the sincerest thoughts of you,
and I have left my heart
open,
without guard,
dripping of vulnerability and optimism.
Purposely,
I
left time to reveal how cruel
fate could really be
and my God,
not that I have the best track record
with working on
my knees (forcing my eyes shut and
feeling uncomfortable
as I clasped my
hands together),
but my god,
was fate as cold as a Minnesota winter.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
magic
magic exists in the believer.
it manifests from the beauty of self.
when the soul
builds off of it’s own wisdom.
it manifests from the beauty of self.
when the soul
builds off of it’s own wisdom.
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