puddlethecat

the shape of you reveals little truth as your heart remains the same exquisite seeping wound i’ve come to know through whispered words across darkened rooms where the moon couldn’t shed its light on the matter. a song at midnight replayed from that summer car excursion not a sweet enough of a thought, as the ideation of holding you body painted and expressed sketches splayed out of dysphoric self-retrospection, you’re a beautiful soul in a pre selected vessel shackled down to a former identity to which i long for my beating drum chest to perhaps be enough to pursue you to anchor elsewhere, outstretched, taut white flag with

/We’ve been here before, alone or holding the hands of a child,mother, peer, mentor or other./ /Our stories have one main theme, some argue its purely social convention, a coincidental mistake, while others seek biology for answers./ /They loved Mr Alcohol, Mrs. Heroin and chased them like a missing lover. Their transportation to find them across the journey was addiction./ /Watching my girlfriend wash her hands over and over to ward off paranoia of disease. She feels sick with everything she researches, but never searches the details of what she has.It's only when I'm holding her hand does she feel clean before it all begins again./

I don’t want to become a statistic, because one in five bipolar people escape their emotions by taking themselves out of the game or quit school because its a game they can’t play. I don’t want to see the eyes of my school teacher as she tells me the words I’m forcing out can’t force my grades to go up as my mood went down. I don’t want to text you at 4 am to tell you I love you because my hypomania wants me to have the confidence to try at something I never really had. I don’t want to describe my symptoms to my therapist as colors because I don’t want the high white and the low blue to pai

“OMG, no homo, that would be sooooo gay.” when did this become okay? Gay is happy, a family of rainbow why did our sexuality become a no no? I’m gay, not to be stereotype or be your “best gay shopping friend for life”. I’m a lesbian, butch or femme, whatever rings true not here to entertain your fantasies of sexual rendezvous. I’m a bisexual, not fan fiction smut, liking both doesn’t make me a slut. I'm transgender, my gender is not gauged by looking up or down, do not ignore asking me for my pronouns. I’m pansexual, to me your gender is not essential, my sexuality is not a kitchen ut

Crane Kimono Flower When I’m under your spell I have no power, you fold me like paper upon the hour. Snail Fish Cat I hate when you leave there, just like that, leaving our art unfinished, easily laughed at. Basket Horse Boat You said your farewell without leaving me a note, folding  shapes was the only thing that kept us afloat. Monkey Hat Dove There is nothing else for us to sit together and to speak of, Not even the finished origami pieces could save our love.

Paint me a story of words, the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience. The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey. Hands will be joined together under the light of the Haley’s Comet. The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon, we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.

"Sprinkling  delicacies in your irises,  Floating gently to sit besides you, and tell a tale or two." I hold the hands of the sleepless trying to give them the nudge to the early morn. Numerous sense my presence as I pull them from the  dark images below the eyelids,to turn off that movie projector. This task takes floating from individual to individual.  I. I travel on to a hospital down the road and, all dreams of death will pour out of their pores, a cancer stank. I collect the offensive odor and prepare them for the next days givings. II. To the no nonsense lawyers and doctors with dreams of surgery. I send them succ

A empty swing to carry me above the problems, safety gate to keep away the ghosts  in my head. Higher and higher, a birds journey. A place to preserve the freedom, dreams to cling on to on the monkey bars. The children's happiness lingers here, clearing my thoughts for now. I want this taste of lightness to extend on infinitely.