Here is a prayer
For the magic
Of the Universe:
Guide me
Where I am meant to go
I am listening
For the moon calls
And snake whispers
Because my spirit
Could use
A sprig of mint
Browsing category: Poetry
New Moon
I won’t come out
And light things up for you
I’m a new moon tonight
Skin
The wind blows
And knocks me over
I see your skin
And I’m weak I’m weak I’m weak
The Revolution
One day I’ll look back on this
As a small fleck of time
And see it as
The big revolution of my soul
Life of a Poet
The way musicians can see rhythm
And painters can feel colors
The thoughts I have just before bed
They are poems in my head
Red Zone
It’s difficult to peel my skin from yours
To keep my words to myself
And contain my heart like a balloon
Because as I expose myself to love
It’s known that
Equally pain will come
I know what I want
But I see how dangerous it is
Spring
Flowers are coloring themselves in
And the wind is blowing love songs through my hair
I’m free
My heart exposed
I lost you
But I’m falling in love with myself
Empty Spaces
I wake up with the sunrise
And fall asleep to the rain
I’ve started taking naps again
And showering alone
Yet all I have left
Are these thoughts
That I turn into poems
Alone
Half the time I’m alone at night
But this time
I was barefoot
On the marsh
When the sky dimmed to 3am
Smoke dripped
From my mouth
Nothing there
To carry it away
Only a few stars
Showed up
And the Moon
Was too shy
To see through the clouds
How To Garden Secrets
Sick flutters enslave me
To a slow pain
That feels like joy
They are anxieties
Hiding in corners of sleepy shadows
They are dark lyrics
Sloshing behind my teeth
So I plant them in the dirt
And let flowers bloom
Out of my throat
Because it is better to grow
Than pluck buttercups