I speakBut I haveNo tongueIt has been tornRipped from meAs a lace is pulledFrom a shoeI was tongue tiedA pretty bowI could walkBut no moreI stumbleAnd stutterAs one could stutterWith a smileOn my faceGleaming teethLike garnetsToo little too lateSmileHelloLips stretchedOver clenched bonePearls dyedPrettyWords flowLike ink down my chinBut onlyI know theLanguageMy neck is the canvasJackson Polloc...

Folie circulaire is bipolar in French.I turn the word over in my mouth, when in reality the word turns me over.Folie circulaire has more syllables than bipolar but still not enough for me.A hurricane of light and energy is pretty enough until it crashes through your house.—and that needs more than 15 lettersSpending 9 months building another brain out of ice with a toothpick, being given a sli...

Staring into a bucket of void I’ve formed familiarities in comfortable disarray but not the kind that exists en face d’uncertaintude  Moving trains I’ve sat on don’t go as fast as my heartbeat In thoughts I’ve tried counting how many times I could catch essence in the corner of my eye Seated in the captain’s chair in the cockpit of la vie How do the colors of the sky paint themselves to celebra...

You pinned me against a window full of wedding dresses; Hauntingly delicate like sheer curtains with the weight of marble and impossible to reverse decisions.My head and my heart broke out in a race but did not communicate about the direction-I run as fast as I can toward the one I know I can catch.Fingers turning white from pressure at the knuckles, begging them to not skip ahead, to the part ...

Earth. Heart.Solar System. Soul System.Five fingers. Five elements. Five chakras. Good morning. Good mourning.Breakfast. Break your fast. DIEt.Funeral WAKE. Up.I ask you again, are you breaking down or are you breaking through? Maybe you're just taking a break. A break to feel. To understand. Is this the end, or is this a re-birth?Are you struggling at life, or are you awakening to a new one?Mo...