“christina”
“teacher?”
“marina"
“anna”. twice.
i’ve only noticed your eyes today.
i’ve worn them for a year.
how interchangeable we are. how replaceable.
maybe if I began to wear
a purple hat or something
people would remember.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
Of who you are
And what I am
And who we might become
You only tell the moon
When she is full
That she's herself again
but discard hope,
all ye who
fail to see the grace
In underfinished crescents
In half thought poems
In broken plates
in streets with shattered concrete,
in ashes after flames
in charcoaled cakes
In half built building cities
and teary tissues on the floor
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
It’s April, and I
have everyone fooled,
that my passion is gone,
the fire has cooled
that my eyes don’t expand,
when see you around
that my thoughts stay intact
when you’re there.
that my mouth says its words
not for you anymore,
and my heart as gone back
to its beat from before.
that I’m angry at you,
but i don’t know for what
that I’m more independent,
and happier,
but-
the new “him” in my poems
doesn’t shatter my ground
I’ve forgotten the meaning
of how to astound-
of how to surprise,
or be fearful of loss
of the things that are mine
and the things that you toss
but everything's fine
and you’re nothing divine
and it’s april,
and I am a fool
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
(he seemed happier,
i swear,
when i wasn’t there)
and the wedge between our friendship
will never really leave
and the One Who Invited Himself
will tell his friends that i’m a *****
make a life lesson out of me
to his children
foolish boy
don’t you know your love is waiting for you
and that sometimes nothing can be said
or done
and that love can’t be forced
or, in a way that makes sense,
talked about ?
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
When you look in to my eyes,
Do you see windows,
Or do you see black paint, mascara, eyeliner?
And if you see mascara, can you tell how much it cost?
or how many times I put it on, and washed it off before deciding it was good enough?
and redrew the wing of my eyeliner so at least something would look sharp tonight?
and how long I spent debating whether you like girls who wear makeup or not,
and if you would make out my hesitations through the clumps?
And if you see windows, tell me, what do you see through them?
Do you see my thoughts and ideas?
Can you see the garden I planted for you through them?
or did the last person who looked through my windows leave too many mascara streaks?
Or maybe you just see the empty widow frames, and want to install your own glass in them?
Of course, if you ever looked at my eyes you would know, but you only see in colour when you scroll though my Instagram page trying to decode whether my caption is about you or not, and whether that other girl looks better without makeup than me?
I’d have to agree with you. Mascara is easier to spot when the filter is on high saturation.
If only windows worked like that.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
a scream of soul-
I DARE TO DREAM
encourage
discouraging
COURAGE.
my days gone by you do not know,
you do not know what i have seen!
so when i whisper in your ear
the truth about a moment
"i dare to dream, i dare to dream"-
i scream!
into the starless void.
then out of darkness there arises,
the iris star of past demises-
gone!
gone with the scream,
vibrations scare the dark away
so only real dreamers will stay-
for who are they,
but beacons of vibration,
of hope for realization?
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Why the hell was I happy
When you stood in my space
While searching for
Somebody else’s face?
Why was my mind
On what could have been
Instead of what was-
What do you think you’ve seen?
You say you can read people,
Can see their emotions
Like they’re open books,
Full of deepest devotions-
…-so why
Can’t you
Read
me?
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
"Do you believe in global warming?"
they asked me
as though it was something you could choose to believe in
like santa
sitting on the melting polar ice caps
wondering how else he could tickle our fancies
for our momentary pleasure
one sizzling christmas eve
“but”, they said, “but its all circumstantial,
And”, they said,"all natural,
All part of a cycle,
all part of a plan-
And there’s no evidence anyways"
Is santa melting?
Do ice caps exist?
Who knows!
Who knows?
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
Never share your poetry
With people who don’t care
Never talk with those
Whose minds are only halfway there.
Never cram assignments,
Never self-abhor,
Know that if you don’t stand up
Next week they’ll push you more.
Never trust your calculator,
Always have a pen;
That way you can vandalize,
And flee the class again
Do not trust the humans,
Never lie to love,
Listen when they talk to you
But keep your head above.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC