could you carve me out of stone
all the weird decisions I made
all my passions burning
like dead Christmas trees in the back lawn
could you remake me
i woke up depressed
i can’t find my cheer
just laying on lumps
my rib cage is expanding into
I just woke up depressed
leave your honor hanging like a loose jaw
pulp coming down your lips
like pride exiting all we loved
be my fugitive
My Life As Of Right Now —
1. I just read all my poetry on here from last year and it is endearingly terrible.
2. I am the Writers’ Block (Columbus, Oh) representative for the Women Of The World Poetry Slam 2014
3.I am doing my first paid feature on Friday.
4.My first book is being printed today. It is titled “the moon that hung like a paper plate over most everything”. If you want one let me know.
5.I live in the middle of no where now, with my sister and her husband, but commute to the city for work and art.
6.I have now been in a healthy relationship for 8 months.
7.I now own my own mini salon.
8.I still chain smoke and wish I never stopped making vLogs.
hey, I’m Bach.
no, just kidding.
thanks for the messages while I was away.
Pulled my heart strings right back.
Little Lady From the Mid-West is Bach.
I mean back.
part of you was dead with honesty
and those were the confusing parts
knowing that honesty is a such a one sided blade
and we all stand alone in perceiving it
and the death wasn’t decayed
it was just empty
like truth was infinite
like when you found out you don’t suck at something
you just needed to learn
like we collectively agreed THIS is out reality
but it is when i choose to ignore it
that your truth is hollow
it merely echoes
something you yell about
until it sounds likes lies
parts of you were alive with apathy
but it’s only when i chose to see them