My body remembers yours
like the rains remember the soil
that they come back to, monsoon after monsoon.
sweet, alive kisses-
the beloved your lands always knew would return.
And one of these late nights
My angry tears will remember your name
as they did once before.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Love is a verb-
abandon your adjectives;
It is to melt.
To hold and be held,
To treasure, to linger, to smother-
And oh, God, to ache.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC
I write poems for no one to read,
and that’s how I know they’re true.
Here’s sadness for no one’s benefit
a determination to continue that
does not ring hollow in these empty halls.
Genuineness is the bedfellow of solitude.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
I don’t know that
there’s any poetry left in me
I think I’ve bled out everything by now,
all my sadness washed away
by a monsoon of tears.
Yes, there’s only emptiness left,
keep knocking but
my hair falls out stupidly and thickly
even at your kind touch.
My veins show underneath my skin now
and I can’t remember not counting my ribs
My mother says I’m fading away
But it’s just a shell belatedly
following a soul already dead.
Then again
this is a poem, is it not?
And Hope still lingered in that Pandora’s box
Perhaps even corpses can still love
Beautiful, will you be my salvation?
Your golden hair
makes me believe in resurrection.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
I've been cheated
out of my youthful infinity;
that precious folly of belief
one will never grow old,
a chance to think
that I know everything.
To be on top of the world
before I have to realize it doesn't
revolve around me.
I'm hyper-aware of
the beautiful arrogance I lack;
I can only be jealous
of your sweet haughtiness.
Meet me on the corner
of wisdom and resignation
when you lose it too.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
No such thing as
too pure for this world;
there's nothing we can't taint
with our salty sticky sins.
Milk-white stones from heaven,
now charred remembrants
of the divine.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
I am a universe beyond the observable
and even with my stretches
of terrifying emptiness
there is magnificence in my galaxies;
Too bad
you always thought the stars were overrated.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
I wonder
which of us loves the other more?
Could it be me
because I have always loved
everyone I met without restraint
and thus have more practice?
Or could it be you
because your love must be earned
and you have been saving it
for me?
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
I googled my username
and the word "poetry" together
to see if you could find my poems
to reread when you miss me.
I paused a second too long
over the bottle of painkillers today;
I'm frightened.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Standing at the kitchen table
Breaking broccoli into fegs
There’s a child clinging to me
And I think
This could be my life.
There’s the background sound of a child saying mommy
And she’s not calling to me
but she could be.
I snap a broccoli stalk
And think of letting a little girl’s dreams flutter away
Of being what was expected of me
A pretty wife
with a husband she grew to love
Trading recipes and not research
Good women
don’t have careers.
I could be happy, maybe.
Snap
another piece of broccoli in the ***
and four children
maybe five
My mother smiling at me
saying I knew you’d be okay in the end.
I don’t know.
It might not be what I want
But it’s something I know I’ll miss never having.
Snap
Last piece in the ***
And I leave it on the stove to simmer.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC