Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Truth
Piece of Sh*t
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in… Continue Reading “Piece of Sh*t”
Lonely REBLOG
Lonely is an open wound It never bleeds, never gets infected And on its own never heals It’s an invisible hole in your chest Exposing your heart to the worlds arctic air Cold burns your heart so you wear protection Headphones at the store… Continue Reading “Lonely REBLOG”
Know Your Place
put your toes to the line know your place you aren’t worth a bar of silver your identity: you have none here, we paint your face clown-face, so sad, so happy chalk line on the pavement follow the red tape that direction you think… Continue Reading “Know Your Place”
The Release of Shame
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
Attention REBLOG
Maybe I really just want attention Book tours and readings across the nation Adoring fans interpreting my words Applause filled rooms and fans by the herds Simon and Schuster publishing contracts Volumes of acclaimed books with money stacks Maybe even a reading on the… Continue Reading “Attention REBLOG”
Color Of The Wind. REBLOG
You, me — or whoever else Could pour their hearts out on paper, Tears trickling, dripping, merging with the ink — Mixing, forming depictions closely resembling, An impromptu Rorschach test. And when we think we’ve said all we can With no inhibitions. We look… Continue Reading “Color Of The Wind. REBLOG”
Put The Work In
Be willing to put the hard work into yourself. Look at your own actions and thoughts with a clear mind. Forgiveness is hard work. Being honest with yourself is hard work. Stepping out of your comfort zone is hard work. Admitting You Were Wrong… Continue Reading “Put The Work In”
Draining the Barrel
drained the whole barrel not a drop spilled, every letter etched into my heart, the lines already fading filled to overflowing I release myself fully my thoughts to tears, tears to ink heart splashed along the page myself became the missing link, poured all… Continue Reading “Draining the Barrel”
