Splish, splish, ploop.
A stone gently disturbs
the plane of the mirror,
before descending
into undisclosed depths.
Ripples erupt, breaking
the surface of the tarn.
As the current subsides—
splish, splish, ploop.
What if we could
live and die,
creating such soft—
such token undulations?
Splish, splish, ploop.
Let’s cause cosmic waves
of compassion and aegis
for the planet,
our companion-
leaving, as such, small
wrinkles and blemishes
upon the surface.
Splish, splish, ploop.
A. I. Myles 2o June, 2o19
@athenaeumthoughts
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
A “mailbox” is
a funny thing.
It used to be a means
of keeping in touch
with the ones that we loved—
a tool for connections
and correspondences.
What do we even have
mailboxes for now?
Stores send out coupons
for us to accumulate
goods now.
Credit card companies
send out reminders
to pay off our debts now.
Everyone’s circulating love,
but of status and wealth now.
We’ve become so consumed
with our phones, with fashion
and greed...
how?
A. I. Myles 19 June, 2o19
@athenaeumthoughts
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
Please don’t tell me
“you’re too young
to be tired.”
I’ll be as tired
as I dang-we’ll please.
There are so many ways
to be “spent”
beyond what you see
physically—
weariness runs more
than skin-deep.
So don’t tell me how
you think I should feel,
because you could
never understand.
My brain, it thrums constantly
and drains me emotionally,
in ways that you
can’t fix with sleep.
A. I. Myles 18 June, 2o19 @athenaeumthoughts
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
I’ve experienced more
than my eyes could
ever show you.
Steal a glimpse
through the window
when the moonlight hits
just right,
and you might
find the faintest flicker-
vivid imagery.
I’ve experienced more
than my lips could
ever tell you.
Put your ear to the door.
Listen closely.
Deeply.
Don’t take a breathe.
You could miss my
faintest of whispering-
subtle mysteries.
A. I. Myles 14 June, 2o19 @athenaeumdreams
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
I haven’t been able
to sleep so well lately.
Going to bed late,
I stir from dreams constantly.
During the day
I feel so awake,
and I’ve been writing consistently.
I have words in my brain,
like it’s tuned into
some frequency.
- A. I. Myles 12 June, 2019 @athenaeumthoughts
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
The thoughts of a writer
can be a terrific
and terrible chasm,
simultaneously.
They spring from one precipice
to another,
dangerously, no-
longingly
peering over the edge,
ready to bound
head-first
towards the next
afflatus.
A. I. Myles 11 June, 2019
@athenaeumthoughts
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:17 PM UTC
Some plants,
they bloom
in the summer.
Others—
in autumn or spring.
Oh!
But you my dear
have weathered
through so many
struggles.
You will blossom
through so many
others.
-A. I. Myles 1o June, 2019 @athenaeumthoughts
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
I was a moth,
drawn to you
like a candle-
until you blew out
the flame.
- A. I. Myles o9 June, 2019
@athenaeumthoughts
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
Give me the thick, dark clouds
that blanket the sky in grey.
Give me the fat, cold globules
of H2O,
falling from the firmament.
I would gladly gaze up,
and allow them to land
upon my head and my neck
and my shoulders,
sending a flutter down my spine—
straight through
to my fingertips.
Give me the cracklings of
those super-charged particles,
displacing the air
clearing the horizon
as it illuminates
just like Independence Day.
Give me the hot, sticky,
sweat-filled calm,
and let the tides roll in
to wash it away
on the back of the
thunderstorm.
A. I. Myles o9 June, 2019
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
It is ok to say “no.”
There are moments
where a reply of
“not today” and
“maybe another time”
are more important
than pleasing everyone—
regardless.
The Sun will continue to shine,
rain will continue to fall,
and grass will continue to grow—
regardless.
Birds will sing their songs,
life will go on,
and taking time to breathe
could be just what is needed.
Those who understand
will accept your self-care,
and they will choose to love you—
regardless.
A. I. Myles o9 June, 2019
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC