companionable silence

The silence is calming

The together is silent

We do our own things

Together but seperate 

As we sit side by side

Words aren't needed

No need to fill the void

Companionship fills it.

forgiving myself

I don't want to be mad

At your lies and deception

You lied to you and then to me

You bought your own fake story

You believed deception can be right

And I believed in the fake you

I bought you line and sinker

Wondered why I was drowning

Until I swam myself to shore

Now I see you treading water

Calling for me to come back in

You know I can't swim anymore

I'm sad that you can't change

Mad at myself for wanting to believe

I don't want to be angry anymore

I want to be dry and leave the shore

So, I leave the sea behind me

Forgiving the person I was

Not forgetting the person you are.

We won't silence me

Can you find comfort without opression 

Be free without smothering others

Leave space for a different viewpoint

Why is it your way or the highway

When we each have our own roof

Independent brain mushy with electric smarts

Is conversion the only option

Or can we live cohesive amongst individuals 

I won't proselytize if you dont evangelize 

Maybe I'm hoping for too much

That we can live each seperate and together

I'll keep trying to stop we from silencing me.

Which Witch

The mistake was believing in magic

The cat knew this, the human was oblivious

Lady smelled of sandlewood oil

With hints of laundry soap and human skin

Even in the fragrant outdoor garden 

Cat could smell her human

On an alter with precious knick knacks

Lady focused her attention

The cat took pity on the powerless human

With a loving rub of feline scent

Cat let Lady sway the world a tiny bit

This wasn't rabbit or dog or bird power

It was the sneaky magic of a cat

The fiercly loyal love of a feral feline

Not that any human would notice

Brains get in the way of intuition

Magic is animal, a knowing without thinking

So Lady went on with her ritual

As Cat stalked a beam of sunlight

Lady thought of cat as her familiar

But only cat knew who held the power.

passive voice

You tell me not to say I'm sorry

You demand that I stand up for myself

Maybe I'm okay with the words I say

Maybe you should be patient anyway

What if I like being soft and inviting

What if I choose not to dominate

Your active voice rules the world

Giving notes on my life and my choices

Is it really rebelling to match your tone

Or perhaps defiant to choose my own

My words encourages others to speak

Just because you try to put me in my place

Doesn't mean I'm the one that's weak.

faulty form

This is body, this is my skin,

These are the walls I live in

Not a rich house, nor a pretty one,

At least you'd think I'd get function

Dreary walls with faulty foundation

Stands up to the weather, barely

I put pictures up to decorate

But still find I can't escape

This is my home and my prison.