DecemberForge

Dear Universe, I want a refund. I was supposed to be a revolutionary not a romantic. I know sometimes the terms have coincided. This go round they have not, and I would like to address this unfortunate matter. I want to smash barriers, not break hearts. I want to lead troops, not tremble at the knees when kissed. I want to speak my mind, not be resigned to a life of good cheer. You put in my checklist: sturdy build, intelligent, tall. You did not include courage, diligence or humility. You saddled me with injustice, hate, poverty, powerlessness and consciousness. You did not guarantee hope, faith or love. To question you at all means I

Chuck grinned to himself as the shell of the drall-beast was paraded past him. His keen nose detected the overripe smell of human witch blood on it, underneath the musk of rotting meat and graphite. He wondered which one of the Guardians took it down. Sure they were a pretentious lot, spouting off about power and faith and old gods. The empty eyes behind the words told the real story though and he made sure to avoid them when they did their patrols through the Lower Levels. As he watched the crowd he shifted uneasily on his legs. Something was missing here, but he couldn't single it out. The night's watch was fairly happy, having something

I wonder if God has a mixer board Where he selects certain things And sets them to blend Where he chose to combine Native Irish beliefs and Lessons in my Grandma Where he took rape and mental Torture set it to spin And spun the wonder of my mother Where he stopped caring And carved me out Of my rock tabled before time I wonder how these blinking lights must look When we're wires tripped tangled spliced To one another rarely present to this reality But my world is full of storms And one blinking light looks an awful lot Like the lightening streaking through my mind So I'm weaving patterns Too hot to handle Touching a power beyond me B

Evil runs deep through me It's not that I'm a mastermind Or remarkably intelligent But that I'm fairly good at lying The trouble is I've realized You can cause a lot more trouble With the truth So when I say its schadenfreude You might mark that chill That ran down your neck I am the lesser of two But not the better and Evil runs deep through me

My inside outlaw Outlawed inside feelings Feeling what you force on me My inside outlaw Outlawed inside findings That aren't true to me My inside outlaw Outlawed inside your rules Your laws and your games too My inside outlaw Outlawed inside everything About you My inside outlaw Can't be tamed Or touched Or broken I am an inside outlaw Though and through

Take a breath sigh And then look off into the distance Like you're being watched See you begin With a shrug and a shake It's not really all that bad Just a psychotic Break It happens every once in a while For you a little more often than most What prompts them? Well that's different Should you be worried? Probably They're tripping over each others heels now A storm brewing inside my soul That no amount of crying or sleep or eating Is fixing You're drifting and now is not the time Dig in! you command yourself But you're slipping And this now familiar slide Makes you smile at your own drama There is no melo to be had here The hurts too fre

There's this resonant squeal Edging color and sweet heat Through my eyes and ears And I feel like I'm sun-warmed and kissed But it's just my brain Replaying the song I'd obsessively listened to almost 30x in a row But also it swings through As I'm moving Not dancing really but there's a pattern here Just moving to feel the circle rush But this spinning is weaving me Making me mind my manners with myself Thinking I've been thinking But this time I'll admit I can't quite disparage it While it's true my brain never Well never quite shuts off Can we call it my warp core? I think this time its alright I've surfed and floated Through this elect

The understanding is fluid As she is rigid Locked within her mind Only her eyes slant As her thoughts spin beyond To where she knows Why she goes though Her threads are not hers Yet she weaves them carefully But maybe its not the person She is but somewhere inside Not a mystery You can’t forget her But somehow you just don’t know her So she grows on you Like moss on trees And shadows in autumn

In this forced marriage to reality My journal is my teeth Helps me bite my tongue Mane like a lions It reminds me to be wild And to not take life too seriously But a mix of ethnicitys Means many loves And a photo leather-bound to keep them close Black and white clouds on my feet Walking on my luck They get me tickets So stay cool hunny bunny Pulp fiction, air conditioners “If women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy” DIY Keys and Watch Dad That’s my new name Keep time New family Approval, Hours Better watch it /New start New place 10 kids, I had to go New life And I’m excited Buck

Talking to you is like pulling teeth Sometimes I feel nothing but pain And grainy stings rubbing over High risen walls Talking to you like pulling teeth Blood gushing through my mouth Tasting like copper and iron Hot and molten Talking to you is like pulling teeth Gripping one little detail To pull apart my entire head Bright sparks of awful Talking to you is like pulling teeth It's for the best and when it's done I'm left running my tongue over The bleeding cavity Talking to you is like pulling teeth And I'm only feeling your absence now Instead of the solid foundation I thought we had Talking to you is like pulling teeth And all of min