people see smoldering flames
crawling up her veins
and think of empires collapsing into ash,
people watch her eyes spark
and feel her calloused electricity
and they convince themselves of her power
she broods and she intimidates
and they think she is strong
and they think she is dangerous
and they are afraid of her fire
even though the only thing she tries to destroy
is herself.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Send me an angel...to guide me
As I search for the words
To mold a dream
To her heart's desire
Like a lotus flower in full bloom
Her poetry, danced upon the shore
Welcomed, into the Earth
She could slip
Through your fingers like water
To breathe no more
Love no more
Hurt no more
Find peace again
Her light within the darkness
Gypsy
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
I always considered it a
sickness
and I did not allow it
to be a part of me.
I just went wherever it lead,
tried not to ask too many questions,
and welcomed the distraction.
Then one day,
I sat down
in front of my typewriter (or whatever I chose
to believe it was),
and as I began to punch
the words in as usual,
I found oddly
that nothing came.
I looked around
and noticed that it was
calm.
The same room
And the lights above me
spat out its steady
white glow.
I heard the faint echo of a ticking clock
from down the hallway
and I could not hear it stop.
It was 1 am
much too early for anything of significance
to happen.
No smoke, no flames, no music.
And I couldn't
for the life of me recall
why I was
there
sitting in front of my typewriter
alone at 1 am.
Perhaps, I thought
I never really did.
You don't remember exactly when
you loose it
or why
or how.
Quite unceremonious actually.
But in time
it hits you
gently,
when you're walking down to the corner store
to grab some milk
or helping your little sister
fold up washed blankets
to keep under your pillows.
like a coat
being lifted off of your shoulders
as you're warm and drunk
and leaning in to the firm, comforting grip
of a kind stranger.
Suddenly, everything clears
although you're fairly certain
that it shouldn't.
You start noticing
that you forget things
so you try and remember what they were.
You remembered later
about your medicines
so you took them like you were supposed to that night
and the next night
and the night after that.
You remembered how
breathless you felt
after you hung up the christmas lights
on the front porch
with your mother,
so you decided to
jog 2 miles a day
every evening
to get back into shape.
It comes to your notice
once again
that you are an arrogant, selfish *****
with a an astonishing capacity
for ignorance,
but this time
you know exactly what that means
and you find yourself
writing down
what you plan to do about it.
And one day
very much like today
as you realize that you've finally made it,
that the slopes behind you
have already dissolved into
nothingness,
you will notice how
difficult,
how ******* painful it is
to punch out these lines,
this frail attempt
at a poem
to prove to a person
that you are no longer broken
and therefore
you do not know who you are anymore.
The best ones though,
will not come of sickness.
The best ones
you will do
for a few
dangerous individuals.
For those who have told you
to stand your ground.
For those
whose memories
you are grateful to possess.
For those
in front of whom
you have allowed yourself
to collapse.
And especially for those people
who terrify you
for what you might do
to them
and them to you.
Thank you for existing.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Help me good down grateful
Not bitter, not afraid
Help them in the darkness
Help them where games are played
Trains still crisscross Europe
Asia still has rains
Hopeful thoughts still make their way
Through hopeful human brains
A little happiness
In whatever time still remains
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
there’s no escape
from exploitation
all that you eat
animal or vegetable
was alive
trying to survive
that fire you make
the wood was a tree
buoyantly breathing
the virus reproducing in you
just wants to thrive
you vs. it
a zero sum game
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
My skin is red there
its peeling there
So I pull.
I pull at this pain that traps me;
I pull away the suffering;
I pull away the memories,
the hurt too much to keep.
But when I am done pulling
what will remain of me
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
“i’ll always choose him”
her voice rolled like thunder
the words struck me like lightning
the raindrops falling down my face
as i watch the wind carry my love away.
it becomes too much to bare
i become a storm cellar, attempting to lock my emotions away.
but the storm is too much,
my love for her consumes me like a surfer in the middle of a hurricane.
i don’t know how to control it.
like the waves my mind is slowly crashing
i’m scared, lost, and confused.
i’m in the middle of nowhere, yet i still scream for help.
somehow i see her and we lock eyes.
she becomes a tornado as she wraps me up,
only to leave me worse then when she found me.
for some reason i can’t convince myself to leave her.
i hold on to the fact that after every storm there’s still a rainbow.
i just wonder if it’ll be you.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
My heart beats for you
Every day and nothing
Else to do but dream
About you every night
And this is true love
Come true and I'm so
Happy I've falling in love with you.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC