PAD 2012 - Day 20

Barking at the moon
low deep howls, moonlight and magic
twilight is for lovers.

PAD 2012 - Day 19

All pretenses are past tense
because you aren't who you say you are
what I thought you might be
when I discovered the end to your labryninth
you weren't where you were suppose to be...

PAD - Day 18

Cheshire cat teeth smiles
sparking stars in darkest night
is this wonderland?

PAD 2012 - Day 17 (Happy Birthday to Me...)

Designed with more ego and less tears / I have understood me for ages / have dressed and redressed myself in costumes to fit / til unfitting became fine / more than fine. // Brave words are for pinheads who fear action / or have always lived acting / I burn scripts and live silently / pen to paper / pen / and paper / and ink guns / and scabby wounds / I wrote a love letter and left it on my skin....

PAD 2012 - Day 16

I dreamt I was invicible
bulletproof and invulnerable.

Waking, I cut myself
bleed til it dried.

PAD - Day 15

Laugh, fully-genuinely
be coy, let the pad of your fingers trail
my arms, the lines of my tattoos. Recognize
I am harder than I seem, but still softer than the world will allow.

PAD 2012- Day 14

The thing about extra lives is it makes you unafraid
to really live-jumping
whether or not you can safely land-or die
with the knowledge you can start again.

PAD 2012- Day 13

She asks me if I am afraid to sleep alone
fear of what lurks in the woods, in the dark,
or beneath the lake.  I slide into my home on the edge of the witching hour
head to clouded to ponder what if's or could be's.
I don't allow myself the time to reconstruct boogeymen
the shadows on the faces of supposed lovers and friends
are sharp enough to draw blood.

PAD 2012 - Day 12

"Fear is the heart of Love..." -Death Cab for Cutie

We learn to walk tightropes at a young age
tipped toes and balancing acts.  We fall
for suspenseful pauses and no safety net.  We
tred lightly. 

I have fallen from taunt wires more times than I care to admit,
claim invincibility or pretend to stand
wobbly skinned knees, bloody knuckles; I climb up the ladder again.

PAD 2012 - Day 11

Don't be hazy
I need sharp edges
corners to prick me so I remember to bleed.