Bonk the Clown
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Bonk the Clown
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Burning Seething Flames of Despair
It clenches my heart A vice tightening With every Beat
I wish for better days For better yesterdays And it feels I come up Empty
Forlorn I punch the fridge Cause it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive And it’s the only things my fleshy hands can’t break
Choking on Smoke Pouring out of every orifice I wish I could extinguish
Burning Seething Flames of Desire
My heart bleeds Many a drip drop Directly caused by him Lust
The skin of my lover I wish I could wrap him around me Like a coat Protecting me from the cold harshness of reality
The touch By someone who cares about me Who knows me It sets me on fire
Choking on Smoke It pours out of every orifice I will always fan this flame
Burning Seething Flames of Disgust
My heart lurches I hear someone speak Hate And my chest fills with it too
My community My identity Is certain folks’ Worst nightmare
And I am a nightmare I don’t subscribe to rules that don’t align With my morals With my values
Choking on Smoke Pouring out of every orifice This spark of shame won’t be snuffed out
Burning Seething Flames of Determination
My heart fights To keep chuggin on To keep my blood moving To keep me going
I’m like a cockroach I just can’t seem to die And on the other side I’m so fucking thankful
To be here To be present To be myself To be alive
Choking on Smoke Pouring out of every orifice The light of this flame shows me the way to hope
What to do when The choices are endless The possibilities even more so It can be paralyzing if you let it
But I don’t Let it I mean My choices are often quick My gut being the north star
But sometimes my gut is wrong And I take back my choices One thing that’s beautiful Is you can always choose to choose again
Sometimes though I ponder And ponder And ponder
When my gut can’t choose for me When I can’t lean on my heart But instead must access my rational mind That’s when my choices scare me
I check in With friends Family My therapist
My reality Is often so distorted Like a gnarled little tree Curling unnaturally to try to reach the sun
So when I have to be rational And look inward for that rationale I feel sick I don’t trust myself
If my gut is my compass My wise mind is the magnet Causing me to doubt Everything
Thank god for my gut And I’m working Hard On training my wise mind to be true
The butterfly effect scares me Because what if I make the wrong choice But I rarely regret my choices Because we always end up
Exactly Where We Are Meant To Be
Sticky Darkness My mind loud The thoughts
Racing Through my past Present Future
My life flashing before my eyes Though I’m not quite at death’s door But the silence It hurts worse than death
I try to drown it out Music Tv Conversation
But in all these There is still a Moment Of silence
A moment of silence For the People, places, things I’ve lost
Along the road Treacherous as the pilgrammage Led by Moses himself I am leaving the life I knew in search of better
And it takes faith Which has always been hard for me And it takes courage Which I have in droves
Sick to my stomach No matter what I do I can’t outrun The silence
When a joke doesn’t land When my opinion is alone When my story is too much It lingers heavy in the space between me and you
I fall asleep with my ipad on blast Music Tv Soundscapes to ease the
Loneliness I hate being alone with myself The thoughts in my head Not bringing solace but
Despair When I’m alone once again When I submerge my head in the bathtub When she took her last breath
I must trek on Knowing that my foe Is waiting for its chance To rear its ugly head
Silence is my enemy I choose to overstimulate myself In the search For peace