Enough

The reality
that I am not
and never will be
anything even resembling
perfect
but that I am enough
maybe even more than
just as I am.

Insomnia

If could turn
outside in
and the pain
was in my skin
I could treat it
and heal
but instead
it is in my head
and oh
so real.

For Shirley

Sharp pain

becomes

a dull ache

looming 

and constant.

My heart cries

for all lost

and for you

for you.

Undeniably Me

Love me
hate me
someday
you'll see
my need
to impress
will matter
far less
and I will
be free
undeniably me.

"Internet" Friends

So, I've come to the decision that the unenlightened who don't think that "internet" friends are "real" friends can go fuck themselves and here's why.  It is fucking EASY to be "offline" friends. If you are physically with someone, you have the advantages of not only verbal but visual aids in determining intent and meaning. You can hear their tone of voice, pick up sarcasm, see their facial expression. If a friendship can survive the land-mine that is text on a screen, where intent and sarcasm can be so easily lost or misread, that's a real achievement. Most of the people that I love are in other locations and therefore, we have either not yet met or have met only once. However, this does not make our friendships "less than" or mean that if we were in close physical proximity that we wouldn't see each other often. I'm so sick of being judged for my online life. Yes, people are entitled to their opinions (however wrong they may be) but they don't get to tell me to find some "real" friends because my friends couldn't be more real. And trust me, they could verbally out spar other people's friends any day.

Midnight

Light speckles
dance against
an ebony sky
while crickets
chirp their songs
into cool
crisp air.

September

Summer
peaks
and wanes
allowing fall
to slowly
amble
into the
spotlight.