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kuku-bird
American
22 inches in just 2 scars. One was opened twice. 74 others including a few that are finally fading away. They range north to south and east to west. Some self inflicted, some intentional and some are just by accident. They track my history, like etchings on a wall. Many of them are stretching wide because I am growing. I am comfortable but I am not entirely convinced.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Scars
On a side note, I find that I am a very different woman when aunt Flo visits. It's been so long that I forgot what being a women feels like in this way. I like it. A little loud, a bit pushy, right about everything and very empathetic. And finally I am not bloated.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
Side Note
(sang to the tune of Hey Jude from the Beatles) hey you, in the other room. how i miss you and yet you're here. I wish you'd let me into your room, where I can sit and stare at you, at you, at you, at you.... lalalalalala....
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Ode to my Teen
I vaguely remember meeting you I do remember calling to Mulder that They had finally arrived and then a large hand reaching across my face and everything going black. I remember that as if it happened yesterday And then I recall this little purplish pink swaddled you being held eye level as I lay on my back Your daddy said, Meet Ezra And you were beautiful but then everything again, went black. I am thankful for the photos tho. Reminding me of how you peed all over my insides when they lifted you from my belly And the moment captured in film of our first embrace. I still wear the boots I got the winter you were inside my gut 15 years ago and you are still so very beautiful And Handsome, I might add.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
And Handsome, I might add
My sad kicked in the other day so my sweet sunshine rode in on dancing heels pulled me out of my bed and into the kitchen for a mid morning waltz Let's get you moving, he said, lets dance a jig so we did when my sad tried to step in again, my dance card was full and the rest of the day was a breeze
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
morning waltz
you are a tough crowd thoughtful, a little bit cold but warm in opinions you are a tough crowd i know you from somewhere local, okay foreign for sure and very exotic, a color I've never seen before i know you from somewhere i think i have pictures a Kodak moment or maybe a Polaroid, i think you might be on VHS, i'll take a look i think i have pictures i do feel the feelings the tingle down my spine, my hair on end, the butterfly in my stomach i do feel the feelings I smell something too that brings it all home I smell You and Taste our history. I am glad you are back keep writing
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
i know you (a poem to myself)
Aries are usually more concerned with their own situations than of those around them this doesn't mean they don't care it means they are so intrigued with what surrounds them that they can't be bothered about anything else i love this about you so many words so many thoughts that are expressed through pictures and poems and WWE smack downs in the living room all of it is real life and so breathtaking and genuine it makes me sit back and marvel at what a deep deep breath of fresh air you are to the world and i love you for that.
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
You, my Aries
He runs out of the bathroom after a 20 minute shower leaving puddles of warm water trailing through our home. "Smell me!" he says as he pushes his head under my nose. "Smell me. I smell great!" I do and he does. "I used everything in the shower. EVERYTHING!" He is so proud. Later that night, as I take my shower I find: all 5 bars of soap still partially lathered, every shampoo and conditioner bottle opened and askew, and all of my sample envelopes ranging from Healthy HooHoo to acne cleansers,  botanical shampoos to magnetic hair rejuvenation creams, all tore open and empty. For this, I fall in love all over again with a 12 year old kid. And he smells great!
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
Smells Good
I watch you, I read you I see you and try to understand you but you are in a different space than I am and I try to respect that I know you, I love you I want to always be here for you but you are a new person in yourself and I will try to respect that. dedicated to my son
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
You