As I wrote his name, the pen shook. Like the words knew they weren’t true before they were splotched onto the paper. I was so good at writing how I felt. Writing about pain. But when I tried to write something nice about our future, the pen laughed.
Browsing category: Poetry
A Sequel
Falling in love again makes me wonder what I even felt before. I know that I was there, but I feel as if my soul had walked off. I look back and it’s just smoke. I lost track of my heart. And just as it found its way back to me, appeared a gift. Arriving much faster than I was ready for. Wide enough to block the road. Unavoidable and sparkling. My chest is overflowing like a pool with the hose running all day. Water-filled spaces that were once empty cracks. My body has been wiped clean. A fresh pulse. A step forward on my path. I’ve been opened up like a book. And not a sentence skipped.
Heartfruit
There is something special about cutting open a passion fruit with a sharp knife. A sour and crunchy slurp that nourishes the cells behind my forehead. Sometimes when I’m thirsty I choose fruit instead of water. Maybe I am addicted to the sweetness just as much as the power behind its tart. A small crack on my dry lips lets in a sting. But I allow it because everything heals eventually. And I won’t stop loving these fruits even when I know it comes with a little pain.
Rebirth
Honey got in through the trap door again. It was so sticky this time that nothing could be let in or out. It was either winter or a wild fire. Nothing was breathing. Just ash floating in the sky like snow. Like bits of broken butterfly wings.
So nature made it rain. Cleared the air. Watered the foundations. And surprisingly enough, there were seeds burrowed in the dirt. Forgotten little things waiting to burst through. In no time wild flowers and ferns bubbled up. And the sun and stars breathed out in relief.
Red Wine
I’ve never been so happy
To take me out on a date
People-watch over the balcony
A man in the corner
Plays the saxophone
I’ve fallen in sweetness
With the thought
That I’m all I need
Angry
My chest is bursting at the seams and I will not run away. I will not explode. I will sit in the middle of the floor and ride out this fever.
Out Of Love
You’re coming into the shallow end of my heart
The warmth of your body still lingers at the edges
But we are both turning cold
And we know it
Sticky Seaweed
There is something wild in me
Filled with fire
Who is having fun destroying everything
I am creating secrets again
My own life
Unhinging
And scrubbing out the stick
How terrible to be intertwined
Like seaweed tangled in your toes
Swimming across the ocean of pain
Ready For Cake
I tasted a tear and there wasn’t even salt inside
I’m so tired of crying
Burning and itching
Heart bitten
I argued with myself like a teenager
You are going to regret this
But I have to make sure
I have to check for a pulse one more time
I continue
Come on it’s dead
That false puff of air
I love to love dead things
I’m becoming crazy
Wild and reckless
Like I always do
it doesn’t surprise me anymore
As I watch myself go mad
It’s becoming my ritual
To shiver and bleed
As I slice up the cake
The knife is in my hand
As I press on the frosting
I wish I knew where to collect the strength
To cut all the way through
Nothing Can
Nothing can be perfect
Or stay forever lasting
But what about the embers
At the bottom of the fire pit
Or all the sand
That sleeps below the waves
I’ll stay as long as I can