I wish to write happily
about the time my boyfriend brought me flowers
and hand-wrote me notes
just to remind me how much he loved me
but I often find my pens drooling
Writing poems about the time he left
and how he broke
every promise he ever made to me instead
I remember wishing to speak
So loudly
“I’m happy”
So securely
So much so that the words might force it
For all the time I’ve spent writing in the dark
I never once thought I’d know
what it felt like to see again
One early morning
when the sun hit the pages just right
I caught a glimpse of what it might be like
to write happily
about the time I found my future
and stopped drowning in my past
I found my light
and I didn’t have to force it
Writing happily about coffee
and the mountains right in front of me
This place is a place I never thought I would be
And when I write it might not be about him
But but it’s about me
And how this place
makes me really, really happy
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 12:28 AM UTC
floating around like bees
buzzing sounds
heavy traffic
one light flickers
sleepless cities
bouncing off the walls like birds on a tree
flying from one place to the next
silence.
in the deep deep night,
silence.
morning sun
to light the day
your eyes and mine
sleepless
sleepless
sleepless
moving slowly from place to place
heavy.
birds chirping
babies crying
buzzing
buzzing
around and around
among us
loud.
louder now
but oh so quiet
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
Night thoughts
Swimming
Humming sounds
Wounds
Uproar
Mingling mingling
Up and down
Float
Through seas
Through words
Through nice things
Colored pictures
Paint
Higher up
Higher than that
Keep painting
Uproar
Over it
Over the noises
Over the voices
Fade into it
Over the noises
Over the voices
Under the sounds
Fade
Into it
Now
sleep
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC
This time
stay.
when you stay,
stay still
Still.
Remain.
This time,
breathe
breathe crystals.
Clear.
melt
into a calming ocean.
stay still.
This time
stay
right here.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
Treasures, hidden under weeping willows
Growing where the air runs wild.
Their spirit roams free.
They are like gold.
Exquisite.
Through storms,
hustling through the winds, surrounding me
they soften each gust.
My friends truly,
are are a work of art.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
It's better to wait
for a love that you may never receive
than to settle for a false one.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Remember what we looked like before we saw?
Remember how we saw,
before we achieved?
Remember the perseptions.
Remember how we understood.
We were infinite.
We understood.
We were connected.
Unexplainable realms,
divided our thoughts
yet the vibes brought us back
to the place that we wanted to be.
In circles these waves of wind wind.
Around all our internal states.
The few external traits,
picked up from only a few trained ears and eyes.
Perception has changed.
We look at this
connection
differently than what we could mearly just see before.
Now it's something more.
Spiritually and physically
more compelling
than anything that one could only just simply visualize.
You'd have to experience.
You'd have to feel.
This connection.
Those sources of understanding,
that bring us back
into the very same thought
that we first began with.
The circular path.
We call life.
It all just leads
to the same questioning
there was
when we first began asking the questions.
So why would we keep asking them?
It seems pointless to keep wondering
about how much something matters.
When in reality
it's not how much it matters to you.
But how much it meant to them. ...and this is what shrooms have taught us....
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Manipulate me.
Wind your mind around my heart,
and wrap my soul into your thoughts.
Make me say yes when I’ve already decided no.
Take me into your arms and tell me everything’s going to be okay.
Tell me I’m beautiful, worth it;
when I am with you I am free.
Change my feelings with just a few words,
my mind with a look.
“It’s going to be okay,"
and "I am here for you."
"I love you.”
Get me to do anything you want,
anything you may need,
because I love you,
more than you say you love me.
Manipulate me.
My soul,
My heart,
and my body.
Manipulate my mind.
I love you and always will.
I will forever be yours.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
The sounds that soak though our skin,
run through our viens,
pull together all emotion
we did not know how else to communicate.
Vibrate our bodies and
give us a reason.
Bond our minds.
Fuze together our souls.
Feed our energy.
Free us from our:
Past.
Present.
Future.
Time.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
For you to read and pick apart.
It will start with a catchy title that will then bring you to the opening sentence.
In my attempt to be clever and witty I have written you a poem.
If this poem catches your eye,
you will read Michelle Rose
to figure out worthiness of a follow or a like.
If this is uninteresting you won’t even bother to finish reading.
It will end with a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
just as the rest of the poem could have been.
You will then wonder to yourself, why did I just read that,
and what the hell is that second to last stanza supposed to mean?
Or maybe you won’t do any of this because you’re a normal person.
Did I just call you abnormal?
Sometimes I like to read in the dark too…
a clever remark that could be considered sarcasm,
Just as the rest of the poem could have been.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC