Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands
Tag Archives: courage
When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend
Maybe I could bring up a topic I like Maybe I could disagree just one time Maybe I could suggest I’m right when I know I am Maybe I could quit smiling when I don’t feel so glad Maybe I could say no when I don’t want to — There’s a compulsive people pleaser burrowedContinue reading “When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend”
Quiet Hands/Screw ABA Therapy
Quiet hands don’t tap the desk quiet hands don’t flap quiet hands cause no problems quiet hands hide in your lap quiet mouths say “fine,” “I’m sorry,” “my bad”
I have a hunger to fill the hole the gun of your tongue took out of my ribs. *** You say I love you like a magic potion
I Am Worthy
Le le le aviar le le le pajaro le le estoy volando — Given or taken, handed or earned given or taken, blessings you termed. — I tell you, I am worthy. Your words make a prison in my heart, the crow caged by expectations sings so soft in here. You don’t know the tunesContinue reading “I Am Worthy”
A group of tortoises/a creep
Don’t judge me for my presence don’t rate me on appearance– I may be a turtle in a creep of tortoises, I may be an urchin in a sea of submarines, but the murder of crows can’t catch this quick black raven and the chameleon’s camp can’t make me camouflage and the clowder of catsContinue reading “A group of tortoises/a creep”
Awake until dawn, again
My terror presses like paperweights down the creases of my face. I uphold these irons on shaky steeples of a smile. *** Click here to buy me a pizza, if you like this poem:)
January 11th, 2022/courage rain
Today’s Prompt: What does it mean to live boldly? I live as bold as a raindrop. I gather my self in the troposphere until I accumulate bigger than my dust-fears, and I yield to earth’s gravity and I plummet ever so courageously. ***2nd poem*** This potion comes in three parts: One, the thumb thimbles toContinue reading “January 11th, 2022/courage rain”
Cory’s Story: Giants’ bodies and a courage to pretend
I have a question, Cory.
Why are you all giants?
I suppose it must seem that way, with your small door in these large hallways. I don’t know. I hadn’t ever thought of myself as a giant.