“Write me a poem?” he asked me.
“Of course, my love.” And I do.
My love is written onto a page
The words spilling onto the floor
Trickling through the cracks in the wood
Dripping onto the dry earth below
Watering long forgotten seeds
Sprouting tendrils of flowering vines
Giving pollen to the smallest of bees.
From their hives of great abundance,
Honey leaking, sticky and golden,
I collect in a jar made of crystals
And present to him, my poem.
“I give you my very being.” I say.
With a laugh, he takes it.
-
“Write me a poem?” I ask him.
“That’s not really my thing, sorry.”
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
The ringtone
Loud and brash.
He picks up the phone.
He laughs at the screen.
I ask but he doesn't reply.
The sound of his fingers
Tapping on the glowing screen
Makes my ears bleed.
The ringtone.
Loud. Brash.
He picks up the phone.
He laughs.
Again. Again. Again.
The sound of his fingers
On the glowing screen
Torments me.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
Floating or
sinking.
What difference
does it make
when in the
end
you will
always be
surrounded
by ocean?
(The shore
to be
forever out
of reach.)
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
When did you
start reminding
me of the
night sky?
The stars twinkling
peacefully
uninterrupted.
I look up
and I
smile.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
When the glass falls
from your fingertips
And you know you
won't be fast enough
to catch it
And you cringe,
waiting for the loud
sound of such a
fragile material,
bumping heads
with the solid ground,
to echo in your
ears.
That is what
helplessness
feels like.
(And though the
fall takes only a
second,
the wait is
so much
longer.)
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Without a care
She told him of
Her hopes, her dreams
Her plans for
Her future
'There is no we
In me.'
Slowly he realized
That in the end
Everything he'd
Built up
Was absolutely
Pointless.
'There is
No we
In
Me.'
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Stuck inside of a fish tank.
Not stuck, but
Trapped.
She looks around at
The pretty decorations
Happy they are there
But knowing its not
enough.
She swims around
In circles
Watching as her
friends and her
Family
Walk past,
Not noticing their
Pet
Pounding on the
Glass,
Screaming at the
Top of her lungs,
"I'm drowning!"
I'm drowining.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
He walks along the glass sand
Watching as he leaves behind
Footprints of red.
Staring out into the ocean,
He goes to where the waves
Break
And lies on his back,
Letting the cold water
Distract him from the
Pain
Of the glass.
He smiles as his
Body
Is left
Numb.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
When she walked into the room
The red soul noticed
How suddenly
Their lover
Let them go.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Her soul fluttered
As she wandered through
The quickly growing forest.
It fluttered in growing excitement.
It fluttered in growing fear.
Despite her overwhelming feelings
As she looked at the scenery
Surrounding her,
The soul knew
That the forest was only grown
To be cut down again.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC