you are the mountains
tall and breathtaking
with all your unreachable heights
you are the sea
causing me to be carried away
you are the sun
the brightest light ive ever seen
and what am i?
a single flower
awaiting your warmth, your rain, your shelter
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
the winter caged my soul and held it close
closer than any boy has ever held me
we watch the snowflakes falling softly on the concrete
our town is smoke and evergreen
worn down flannels and pulled up hoods
it's in our blood to endure this kind of cold
to fight these kinds of fights
to find the light in the darkness when the sun sets at 5 pm and we start to wonder if we had ever felt the sun before
our footsteps in the snow are like the words of a poem, delicate messages that linger on
the winter strangles me with the scarf that i wear
my mittens turn to handcuffs
and i cry underneath the ice
waiting for a sunbeam, a bloom of lavender, any sort of promise
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
we have drifted apart like sheets of ice but now its colder than ever and i need you back
i used to wrap you up in scarves
your smile was as bright as the songs about light we used to sing
the grass was tall and our knees were bare and i kissed you on a fallen log
i had never seen the sky so sunny
and my heart had never felt as warm
i want to fall back upon those days and bask in their sun
when the autumn came and i held your gloved hand in mind and the ice upon our feet whispered tiny 'i love you's
i could have held you forever
i want to sit on your kitchen counter while you make tea, while your green eyes watch me, the way they never watch me anymore when we exchange a glance in the narrow halls
let me hold you again
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
she gave up god but kept the angels
those beautiful boys with dandelion hearts and delicate wrists
the ones who made her heart shed light even when it was sundered
the boys who kissed her hands when they bled with words
when she played the piano song and they danced around the evergreen trees only to be pricked by pine needle swords
their wounds all healed, every single one, but the scars are still there and they look like sun rooms and roses and spilled tea
she kissed their foreheads when the night came and they all fell from the sky, with an images of heaven reflecting in their eyes
they were all angels without the divine
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Tiny dancers spilled into the room
it the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
they were the seasons dancing together, a beautiful year,
I wanted to intertwine my fingers with theirs and wrap myself in the silk of a morning sky
but they were sunbeams;
I could feel them, see them, but they were millions of miles away from my earthly skin
In that moment, I wanted to shovel away all the dirt that rested on the surface of my flesh,
to dig up my roots, to throw them at the sky
If only I could emerge from an icy ground and into the bleak midday sun, the soft white light of content,
If I could bloom toward the light and crawl up brick houses and hug the chimneys and let them warm me
but then the dancers scatter the room toward the exist, an abrupt, unsatisfying finale
I shrivel up like a sun-soaked worm and bury my face in the mud
I see a familiar darkness and I find it hopeless that the dancers will ever come back
I begin to forget I ever saw them at all.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
i want to be held the way our galaxy holds the earth
there once was a boy that held me how the sky holds a sunset orange
beautifully
but temporarily
i painted his edges in soft watercolors, wrote his mistakes in gentle calligraphy, made something hurtful turn into something healing
he loved her more
and let me go
and now i find myself looking at someone else from the corner of my eyes, wondering if a tiny, flickering feeling can be valid at all among the fire of my others
i hear a requiem for a dream and my heart flutters like it did two years ago
two years
i want to be held like the galaxy holds the sun, the stars, the earth,
in a delicate orbit
a bright light in dark space
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Once upon a time a girl wore a dark dress printed with red roses and it fit her quite well
But a boy tore it off her when she was under his spell
She felt her heart break when he kissed her up against the wall
When she realized it wasn't her dress but his arms that made her feel so small
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
i've never thought possible why i can feel so many different things at once
until i watched the colors drip from the sunset
my heart speaks of warm hands and ephemeral affairs
but what i truly long for is not another fleeting shadow pressed up against the bookcase
but for someone to speak graciously to me
not with the dalliance of their moving hands
or even their lips;
but with their words
i read that in the darkest hour
flowers are most redolent
but maybe that is an illusion
by the blindfold of the night
after all,
it's been known to captured me, too
the sky comes forward
in soft whispers
but fades before i have a chance to respond
i think i may just be lost
in this firmament
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC