One day I’ll look back on this
As a small fleck of time
And see it as
The big revolution of my soul
Browsing category: Poetry
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
A Guide to Finding Yourself
If you feel darker than a storm
Expose the tulips
If the petals are like rotten velvet
Let rain silk your throat
If you cannot swallow
Let your guts overflow
To greet the mud
If the puddle does not sway
Splash until there’s mess
Body To Corpse
The following poem was inspired by a Serial Killer.
I hack
And slice and chop
Like a kid
Syrup sliding down my wrist
Power sponged in the creases
I tell them to stop dripping their tears
On my cement floor
And clawing for their life
As I lure it away
Time wavers
Their eyes drip into clouds
Nothing left inside
The moment dissolves
As I shiver
With blood love
Dear Imagination
Why did you float away
Through the tips of my skin
Leaving me with nothing
But logical thoughts?
Why do I align perfectly
Inside square boxes
Without any swerves
Or ticklish spots?
Make it stop because
My mind cannot conform
Or it will rot!