Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history ~ Plato

Monday, July 21, 2014

Mommy Issues

How does one compete

Against the comfort of the womb?

Warm, compact & cozy

Offers very little room.

I would not doubt if it was the case,

You ate the smaller twin.

That when you came into this world,

Screamed "put me back again!"

Coddled, cuddled, held so close

In mother's wanting arms

Knowing she would die for you

And keep you from all harm.

Excuses at the ready,

No matter time of day,

With you it's not "what would Jesus do"

It's "what would mama say?"

I'm sorry that it took so long

For these curtained eyes to see

That this farce was never about

You and loving me

How long was I supposed to stay

Just this certain way

Did you check with mama first

Ensure it's all okay?

I'm here now, just for you

A wet and willing lover

You just want to take the couch

To tell me of your mother.


Natasha Head

Friday, April 18, 2014

Stupidity & Foolish Me

You left me hanging more times than I can count
Not once have I let go.
You've forgotten me all together
Still I waited
And smiled upon your return.
You've shelved me for shinier trinkets
As though I didn't know
With the nerve to call me out
On my own distractions
You've made me doubt
The only thing I've ever liked about myself
The killing blow
For a heart as soft as mine.

Natasha Head

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Fault Lines

She never asked for anything, went without
Foolishly believing
Her pain was visible
That though she was in desperate need
She was denied
As she was unworthy.

The fault first lies 
In her faith
That all hearts were like her own
Able to recognize the pain
That comes with mere existence
Within a world 
Prone to greed & aspirations
Enough to make the gods tremble

Kindred spirits seldom come together
As the world is threatened by their hope
She felt hers waning
A full moon lost
Behind chem trails & excess

Numb was never the answer
And sometimes
The cure hurts more
Than the disease

Shutting down kept her breathing
Yet you could never mistake it for life.

Natasha Head

Monday, April 14, 2014

Rest Easy

If I was kinder, would you listen?
Be able to see me beyond the smile,
To hear the depth of the soul
That seeks only to escape?

It's not about being liked
It's about being able to sleep at night
I can reach only so far
Beyond the wall you hide behind.

You've seen more in good manners than what was intended
Call me crazy for what I tolerate
Let me remind you
It's not about you.

When I finally get called home
Slide into the cool, damp earth
For my final slumber
I have no desire to take you with me

I only want to know
I did the best I could
And with clear conscious
Rest easy.

Natasha Head