It's thundering a lot,
And I'm wondering a lot,
Why whenever the lightening strikes
I think about the first time we kissed.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
When I entered a cafe
on a particular friday
I saw a tall, lean guy
behind the counter
He had a pair of familiar eyes
I didn't remember
I took a good look
at the cut on his eyebrows
and it reminded me of the scar
I had on my right thigh
As he muttered,
"How can I help you?"
I forgot
how we were living
in bodies, trapping
our souls from
reaching each other
I didn't know him then
but I remembered his smile
I looked at him
in curiosity
wondering
if he remembered mine
The guy was no book
I couldn't read him
like a piece of literature
The guy was no song
I couldn't listen
to what his heart
was singing
The guy was no film
I couldn't watch
his entire life before
my eyes
But the guy was like
every other guy
so I dreamt a whole
lifetime with his presence
and I said,
"No, never mind,"
and walked away.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
I am a woman.
I am a daughter and a lover and a friend -
I am a student, a poet, but not just
the body I occupy,
I am much more than the photo on the wall.
I am the laugh traveling down the hall
I am the pull of a memory as you walk by our spot
I am the beat
of your heart
as you hear my words
And I will still be, even when I am not.
mute, but echoing
invisible, but lingering
gone, but so far from forgotten,
Because I will not let myself become just a name on a yellowed sheet of paper -
I am the stars and the rain and the dust in the beam of sunlight streaming in your window and I,
I am human, and so I will always
be.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
I wonder what would happen if you left my side for even a moment,
because there are so many things that you seem to be holding together within me.
My heart has been sewn together piece by piece,
each thread a kiss and a hug and a whispered 'I love you'.
I wonder what would happen if you left my side for even a moment,
because there are so many things holding us together.
When you hurt I feel your pain and when you celebrate I feel your joy,
as if there are strings in our minds that send shocks down my spine
every time you feel.
I wonder what would happen if you left my side even for a moment,
because without you I am no longer the me I have become.
You give me strength and courage, love and kindness
to become someone I had only dreamt of
before you came along.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
I can’t seem to find the right words to express how I feel;
mostly about you, but about other things too. I just wish it was
normal to want to talk about someone for hours and days, like a
pinwheel blowing incessantly, so long as the wind gives it the attention it
craves. And I do, I crave more than attention that comes in gusts.
I want undying affection, retention of passion and intimate
moments, folded under piles of whispered secrets and
frightened ‘I love yous’, afraid only that someone could not possibly
love you back, with the same fervor you feel before you sleep.
I cannot promise much, but I can promise you this –
when you close your eyes in the dark of your room, and feel as if
no one knows, the wisps of your thoughts creep into my mind and I
love you back. I can promise you that. c.d.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
Midnight
I climb into bed and wonder,
What are you doing in your room so far away?
I hide under the fabric hoping that my thin sheets can keep the
Monsters
Away from me, I don’t like it when you are.
1 am
I switch sides, hoping for a new perspective,
As if this wall will lull me to sleep better than the last did.
My skin itches, remnants of old Laundromat detergent,
Irritating me, making me cringe as I squeeze my eyes shut
Again.
2 am
I count the ceiling tiles, starting from the door.
If I can’t have the answers to the important things,
I might as well get the answers to everything else.
Right?
There’s 24.
3 am
My phone buzzes and I trip trying to reach it.
It just the boy from last night
I roll over, pretend it was you.
You told me you loved me, and kissed me before you left,
I climb into bed and wonder,
What are you doing in your room so far away?
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
I smoked a cigarette once,
Twice
Maybe three times.
I do not crave one now,
Even when I have nothing else to crave.
But,
Sometimes I wish I did,
Perhaps then I would know what it was like to need something, someone.
I smoked a cigarette once,
Twice,
Maybe three times.
And I wish that I never had.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Each night I await the moment of darkness,
With the flick of a switch I am
Awake.
In the light I find that I must be
Attentive
Talkative
Active
Responsive
Robotic.
Surrounded by nothing of interest or consequence except for the rest of the world
In the darkness I am awake, finally
Alone
With myself with my thoughts and I think,
I think about everything.
The darkness does not critique my silence
The darkness does not scoff at my wandering thoughts
I am awake, for the first time in hours,
When the rest of my world sleeps.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
It's not my fault,
That the winters are cold and the summers slip so seamlessly through our fingers
When the wind whispers through our hair and into our ears
I do not lift a finger
And as the blades of grass send shivers down your spine
I do not sweat or fluster
I cannot blush when you tell me that my eyes match the blue of the sky for
I did not choose them
And just how I did not teach the birds their song,
I did not teach myself to love you
I did not choose to see the way the sun creates a glimmer in your eye
I did not force the smile upon your face as you look across the land we lie on
And I certainly did not
Choose
Force
Make
You leave when you leaves turned to brown
And fell to then ground like my lips when you kissed them for the last time.
Just as we cannot stop the seasons from changing,
I cannot change how I feel about you.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
One
Hello, it's nice to meet you.
Two
I've been meaning to say
How I love the way you look when you're
Tired
On the train home and at your desk
And I think I could help wake you up
Three
You look good in that shirt
Hello, yes I'm right here
And I don't mean to stare but
That shirt
Matches your eyes when the sun hits them through the window
Four
Do I know you? Have I met you before...no.
Are you sure?
Because when I look in your eyes as you breeze past me
My breath catches as if there's still one string attaching us
Together
Five
I miss you.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC