Tracing my lips through the case of your soul
Carefully unlocking  every door you've closed
I want to sit with you in silence and learn everything about you that can't be said through common words
To simply be with you, living separate and whole, is everything that I hope for and dread all at the same time.

S&V

Subjectivity is a love affair waiting to happen
Vulnerability is its temptress
When they meet their clothes fall to the floor instantly
They both stand there waiting anxiously for whats to come
Is love really in the eye of the beholder or is it in the ones that are lonely enough at the time to just fall...

How would you like your eggs?

I see my life bleeding out like an over easy egg.
 Escaping from all corners with no chance of being saved.
Sometimes I just want to scream,
"Look at me, watch, I'm bleeding out for all of you to see, falling to pieces at the seams."
Soon I'll be dry as a bone
All of my secrets in a yoked up pool
Surrounded by everyone and waiting to be dipped into.
That's why I prefer most days to carry myself as a poached egg
All of my contents held up inside, sticking to the white walls that make me whole.

Those things we hold onto that just feel like home.

Recently I made a post asking people what their happiness was. Though I was hoping for a bit more content in the responses I can't say that any of the replies I received were insignificant. There was the common "my friends" reply which is most definitely true and holds a great deal of importance in ones happiness. There was my cats, music, and a few "That's a good question" replies as well. Personally I believe it is a fantastic question and one that you should ask yourself daily. Too often do we get swept up in the day to day hum drum that we have deemed ever so important in making our lives go round. So what is your happiness? What makes you feel alive and puts a subtle but true smile on your face for no apparent reason. For me its those things that we hold onto that just feel like home.


The smell of clean cotton, clear blue skies, a warm scarf around your neck, and hot plates at the dinner table. Long conversations that mean something without trying, mutual understandings that go unsaid, arguments that will go nowhere. Fresh flowers, coffee (hot or cold), a good book, and the act of doing nothing. The calmness of a persons face before they start their day, the first time it snows and the first day that all the snow melts away. All of the highs and almost all of the lows. The things that make you remember that we are all but a spec in the entire universe. Comprehending that there were many before you and that there will be many after you; and that all of "this" is really so trivial, but so damn important at the same time. Birds chirping, the adrenaline rush you get when you know your running late, making a stranger laugh, or better yet having a stranger make you laugh. Waking up next to someone and getting closer to them before falling back out of consciousness. Feeling all the energy in a room and knowing that you played a part in getting it there.....that's my happiness

Reflection on Trees

I refuse to be another notch in the bed post of society.One that will wither away to nothing more but a splinter in the trunk of the so called tree of life.There are but a few who have bridged the gap between life and living death. There are many like them all tucked away in the folds of society, waiting to jump out of the ring that we are all being told to walk consecutively around.These are the people that have changed our world. How disgusting it all really is. You go through life to accomplish what, to attain what? Money? Money has killed more trees than one could even begin to fathom. It is nothing but a mechanism used to distract and keep people quiet, to make them feel like they are getting somewhere when really they are just as lost and confused as the next person. Life is about soul searching, about finding your niche. About planting your own damn tree and watching it grow for as long as the universe sees fit for you to.

~Everything I Do Will Be True, KC.

Vulnerable

~You are more vulnerable today than you ever will be again. Life's trials and inconsistency's never repeat themselves. Open your soul to the light rays coming in through your bedside window. Soak them in just like the sun on a dew coated Sunday morning. Be humble and stand silently in a world that is in constant motion. Don't fret over the subtle nuances and insecurities that find their way in to our first gasps of air, instead simply breathe easily knowing that someone out there will find solace in knowing you got up today and started again. You are more vulnerable today than you'll ever be again.

I Gasp

You grabbed my hips and pulled me in, like you'd been doing it for years
You kissed my neck, bit my ear, held my hand
Pulled me close in such a way that made me feel as though it'd be there that i'd stay
There's never more than inches between us
I gasp and cling to you for dear life as if I let go it will be the last time that I will ever get to hold you
There's barely any words, just our bodies moving in a convoluted and repetitious motion
I gasp and bite your shoulder making you collapse on top of me
We lean in for a kiss and miss each other completely
I laugh as do you
I've never felt more comfortable
I've never felt more loved
For how skewed our perception of one another tends to be, when the lights are off, when our clothes are off I feel like I have never felt more free.