Layla's Blog, page 5
September 7, 2015
ocean of fire, wooden ship
Crossing the ocean of fire In a wooden ship The odds Don’t matter Only how wide How wet Is your ship How much water in your hold With hair burning Can you speak truth To silence Until skin curls at the edges In a burning sea No rule is proof Against pain Don’t pretend You didn’t know Will you hold…
September 4, 2015
graffiti heart
demand! say the entitled ones they do no know sand against the wall no impact words lying beat down tears streaming in the gutter listen the graffiti heart riddles in color and bold what endures? what can be ignored but never erased? Me.
August 31, 2015
honey in the riverbed
underground births to life at the spring mother crouches there at the origin filling the gap with stained blindfolds and the ash of dreams wake sweat child speak up for the blank page of each morning Photo credit: “Riverbed Drying and Cracking” by Xomiele on flickr
August 30, 2015
Love waterfall
standing under your love waterfall is a shivering skin prickling encounter with every demon who calls me “unlovable” clean at home I can walk through hell because I know you exist you give me courage
August 29, 2015
my voice, my I
head jerks back lips open screaming red ribbon spirals high my voice my I summer came and went with closed eyes smelling the color of your mind from the outside in the fall blood soaked words my swallowed satin hit the sky I! Reply! braid your voice with mine place your I into my open me taste the tongue of…
August 28, 2015
Mama hurricane
Mama squats heavy and slow-moving atop my house I am safe an oil well has 4ft above the surface 100 feet under nothing for even a “non-violent” storm to break All my wealth is underground Image credit:Hurricane Isabel (2003) as seen from orbit during Expedition 7 of the International Space Station.
August 26, 2015
he’d drown
a camel hoards his water her monsoon leaves him drenched the water spider glides away across the unbroken mirror he’d drown if she came Image credit: Sand dunes in the Rub’ al Khali (“Empty quarter”) of Saudi Arabia
August 25, 2015
fairy heart cannot pretend
my heart the thirteenth fairy with fangs and spiral horns cannot pretend in order to attend the party
August 24, 2015
exposure in relationship
(I wrote a poem about yesterdaybut it was a very bad poem and this is not a bad story, sotry this…) I’m on my daily walk, cold-sweat shiveringin the warm air. I feelvulnerable. The last of summer’s sunlight tempts me to take off my shirt. I do. Topless, withonly a strategically arranged scarf over my torso, I feel no longer…
August 23, 2015
ghost girl
ghost girl listens and speaks in public the animated one only talks between the covers and to you ghost girl gives all her color away the animated one draws in rocky mountain fall sky eyes rumble your bumble bee wakes my secret clover
