Untitled slam

Watch this blog for an upcoming poetry series entitled 'Fantastic Fire: Notes to a Future Love'. This is a small but growing project that I started long ago, and have started adding to again recently. A series of love poems, to no one in particular, to an imagined future love, wherever she might be. Fantastic Fire will be featured here in the near future. Until then, an untitled poem...

I awake, tears streaming
but I can't stop my dreaming
though I'm wide awake & screaming
at the top of my lungs
and a million tongues
are singing my praises
and beating my brains in
and telling me I can't go back
and everything I lack
is wrapped up in my sin
and I'm clawing to get in
but this place belongs only
to the beautiful and the sane
those who feel no pain
and though I'm drowning in the rain
they won't let me in
and the sound of the door slamming in my face
just keeps pace
with the beating of my heart in my broken chest
and lest I forget what lies within my breast
I wear my heart on my sleeve
like a bulletproof vest...
If I bare it all, they can't beat it out of me.