Scribble

The Ever-Moving Man He’s never still Out of the corner of my eye He flits around perception A constant The movement in his hands Branching to his feet His eyes Everything is in a state of energy And I get it, admire it His body hums with music It burns though his veins And wraps around his spinal cord Something about him Sizzles with anticipation So grounded to the earth beneath Yet tucked away in stars and sky This is not to say that he can’t sit Listen Watch with cut-flower patience Though his body remains still There is something inside Burning quietly, deeply When the wind brushes us slightly I can see him dance I wonder what others hear When they look over I wonder what he finds Staring into the mirror Can others hear what nature plays When it surrounds him Will they see the dance If he’s only just waiting There is nothing I want more Than to see him completely free The ever-moving man A constan...

Let Me be the Last There should be an unbroken promise Between you and your body Many have broken it I wasn’t the first Frustration, anger, self-loathing I know it’s wrong And now, after years I’ve ended red lines I never went deep enough To leave scars Only red lines For longer than an hour But there are still the bruises Carefully placed I will walk for a limp Or favor a different hand My face might have scratches Or my cheek might be red I wasn’t the first To have broken the promise Between body and mind To not inflict a release of anger It was like a punishment But I could be in control For once during all those long years I was in charge of what type of pain I got I used to shove my arms into faces Proud of the fact There were no scars I never cut deep enough Scratches just long enough for a tickle of pain Beatings just hard enough to numb the body I’m not the worst I’m not t...

Necktie The color of a shadow He wasn’t really make-believe Not in my memories A man in a suit A black suit The man was as tall as a tree Slender like a maple He had a finely cut mustache So clean cut With a necktie so perfectly tight So tight I thought he might choke And this man with a suit Black in the heat Shadow in my mind With a finely cut mustache And a perfectly tight tie So tight I thought he might choke He came to the door Knocked first, rang loudly I had to have noticed him Black as shadow in sunlight I went to answer He looked down at his shoes Looking down at me At his shoes When he spoke his voice Sounded like nails and buttons Not sure of what sound it was But it was like nails And buttons Like metal meets plastic Falling from his throat Hitting my ears Small, I was six at the time This man with the black suit Slender like a maple Clean cut mustache Necktie so tight  ...

I played with Legos as a kid Click, snap Break apart and put together I grew up with the idea Click and snap That something can always be clicked back Saved So when I looked at her And I saw only smiles Only clicks I thought she was the same But up close Deep like blood cells And energy Bone and dust Where the real becomes realized And not everything is like When we were kids I realized there was a disconnect A snap And she was somewhere else On another plane I feel that if I had seen If I had looked closely enough I would have been able to pull her back Click Here with me Where there are real smiles Like Legos from when we were kids -Ella