Rain water overflowing
our garden bed, now
a bright green in the
fresh morning dew.
Picking up fresh herbs,
surrounding grass,
tiny lavender flowers
sprouting sporadically
in between coarse leafs,
our own starry night sky.
Dripping trees in bright
sun rays of first hours,
stretching far beyond roots,
colors previously dull
now beaming rainbows.
Bringing out twinkling
powder, light pollen
into nostrils, sneezes
from red noses, blushing
cheeks with moist heat of
the fresh rainy days of
a liberating summer.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
The sore muscles of my back
Crack with pain as I hit the glass
I’m caught in a fight till the end of time
With no other than my own mind
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
Scalp burning with erratic perturbation-
Wisps of hair detached from pale flesh-
Shaking fingers gripping into carved moons on dented skin-
The drug is in the stream, causing perpetual commotion.
And it flutters, flying like a bird
around the space of my flimsy stomach,
then a ferocious lion, jumping and *******
with not shame whatsoever,
not paying attention to the simple fact that I
have been left in awe -an understatement for such epiphany-
by words written by a stranger, strangely intimate,
resonating firmly against my rib cage.
My heart in a hurry to reach its eventual demise,
but the lack of care evident, for your words have
spoken to me in such a distinctive way, that
I don’t need anything anymore to keep breathing, other than
the poet softly whispering words in my ear,
uncovering them, when they were previously stuffed
with relentless loathing, spitted venom from ignorants.
They showed me that it was not mine,
that it never belonged in my system.
They taught me how it feels
to love something again.
And for that, I’m forever grateful.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 7:16 PM UTC
Can’t you see, dear,
that I have spun a
web of lies
in your name?
All of them,
stories of greatness,
stories of love,
carved from my
trembling hands,
dripping from
my mind,
all for you.
Yet, you don’t
even know I exist.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
In the months after your departure,
-heart wrenching for some, an exhale
of air after holding it in for too long
for me- I’ve been trying to crack you
open, like a mystery box, to discover the
unknown nature of your charms, compelling.
Were you appealing because you listened
to us? You listened to our low voices in a
society where we were belittled and silenced
into cooperation.
Coerced into leaving our sense of self behind
and following the norm, what is acceptable.
I saw right through you.
You planned this elaborate scheme and I
almost fell for it, I almost fell for your greedy
hands, promising approval, understanding,
a confidant like no other.
Making us think we were too mature for our age,
when we were just silly, innocent girls
craving recognition, just like any other,
wanting to be seen.
You fooled us into believing that you truly saw
us, but I noticed the way you looked at them,
They weren’t being seen in the way they
wanted to.
They were being looked at like just another
piece of meat.
You unclothed them with your filthy eyes.
Don’t you have any shame?
You even had the audacity to appear shocked,
even angry, when us, the ones that realized the wicked,
twisted game you were playing with them, gave you
the cold shoulder. We weren’t the stupid girls you
thought we were.
And all this time, I have blamed myself for not realizing
sooner, and when seeing what was really going on,
not speaking up.
And yes, I regret that, but I won’t give you the pleasure
of blaming anyone other than yourself,
of blaming myself.
After all, I wasn’t the one that looked and
touched them in inappropriate ways,
I wasn’t the one that whispered in their ears
drunk out of his mind,
And I wasn’t the one that earned their trust,
just to groom them.
In that story, I wasn’t the predator,
that titled belonged -and still does-
to you.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
They sip champagne,
and sing cheerfully
for Father’s Day,
to commemorate those
who love unconditionally.
But, what about the ones
that were more monster
than human? Furious
at the hands of alcohol.
Drunk, sleeping on the couch.
My heart is confused
in these lovely times
of celebration, creation,
for my heart is warmed
when seeing the others.
Fathers that don’t hesitate
to give the their children love.
But, then it freezes up
from the lack of love my father
replaced with broken bones.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 12:11 AM UTC
Always amazed in eerie incantation,
our love captured in time,
frozen on still image;
black and white, translucent,
I fill in for lacking colors.
Embracing on town boulevard,
birds fluttering on autumn sky
place where we met in afternoon-lit shops,
the old cafe were we danced
brimming with wanderlust souls.
Pretentious foliage with a warming hug,
dancing orange-blue flowers on cream dress,
dangling jewelry: rings, golden bracelets,
red lip imprint left on dreaming face,
intertwined lives, encompassing forever.
Our memories play like old movies,
your clean perfume, dropping rivulets,
past left behind, dirt on shadows,
anything I would do to go back
where gentle whispers summon smiles.
I’m back, a ghost town years later
from a love that never was,
desperately searching through places,
the ones we explored together,
I mutter your name to utter strangers-
Voice braking, quivering frown,
frustration, on descent,
a numbness with no light,
silence, for no one has seen you since,
this old photograph, the only witness left.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
We play with bright yellows,
Oh, my spirit child,
Your smile innocent
Revamps my heart!
And I tell you stories,
Those you love so much,
We hum favorite melodies,
And repeat after poets,
You amaze me with stories
Never thought of before,
Formative years, childhood,
Fearless, creativity flourishes!
Image of myself, reflected
But way back in time, sweet!
I’ve cried downpours,
Shaking in your name,
Cause I know your essence
Won’t remain unscathed.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
And my eyes were shining
Like a blazing summer day,
Chocolate, caramel swirl
Toasted coffee, brown,
From a settled gaze upon a girl
With her face pristine, pale,
Tinged salty cheeks ruby red,
Light dress flowing, shy frame
Around her, in swirl azure,
Attire matching waves
I was fond of, knew too well
Our windows collided, exploding colors
Her eyes watering grey sky,
Face burning, nervous smile;
Beauty never seen upon this land,
She reached out for me
And the clock stopped ticking,
I compared my hand to hers,
Calloused from my fishing ways,
And her dainty fingers, trailing arms,
“Pen and paper are my favorite ones”
For she was a poet, she told me once
And I just someone who traversed the sea,
She went on to write stories of me,
Tiny island, complicit to crime,
We bathed in sinned ocean water,
“By the sounding sea we live!” she chimed.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC