sahara-niamh
American
I always have trouble with bios. What should I choose to say about myself that would help you read my poetry. Should you just invent who you think I am based on my work? Do that. Most of you would even with a proper bio anyways. I would. just read my stupid, teenage angst poems about petty problems. It's important.
I Want Thunder
But you don’t want rain.
Ocean waves will crash
Fluid and strong and always.
There are days you will storm and cloud.
And there are times of still and blue
Wild and unpredictable killer,
Gives all use to us.
Holds so much life within,
And salt will heal the wound.
The blood between the continents,
Lend me your strength
And your adaptability.
Cleanse my wounds
Smooth the rocks.
Connect me to life.
Wash memories over me,
Currents, direct me.
In and out with tides
Live here on my arm
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
My life goes crust to core.
explain
my skin my voice my hair, I.
My crust. hard and rugged, rivers flowing,
valleys blooming.
My people and love and life walk here.
And sometimes earthquakes rock me and volcanoes spew my magma.
what is in your mantle
Hot.
swirling and pushing and molding my crust.
inside i am
pressurized,
liable to errupt.
the minerals here closer
to what i really am.
and your core?
in nature:
inhuman, immortal and intangible
in being:
I Dont Know What It Is.
I,
The Globe,
am floating out in space.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Beautiful dying,
Silent, Chill is crying.
Oranges, reds, yellow.
Fire above falls below.
Naked swaying whispering,
Spider’s fingers whistling.
When their white, bones rattled in breeze,
‘Fore at last, comes in the freeze.
Cold sprinkling down,
Cold blankets around.
Covers Chill so binding.
White and blinding
Sleep, Chill, it’s the end.
Darkness in the dead.
And now behold,
Autumn runs from Cold.
Heavy, deep,
Nearly endless sleep.
Cold’s solid slumber,
Renew the green wonder.
Poking up their heads,
From their icy beds.
Open colored eyes,
Extending luring lies.
Bees come in as,
Trees shake away Cold who has,
Retreated to his hiding place.
Now, Warm dances on new leaves with grace.
Breathing spirit and fresh life,
Banishing winter’s strife.
Fresh is never stale,
‘Cuz in comes Hot’s gale.
Humid, parching,
Hot is smothering.
Warm is withering,
Fire hearts a fluttering.
Sun toasts skin,
Cold’s fraternal twin.
Trees turn Oberon green,
But lack the Faire’s mean.
He melts a cool thought,
One of any you have brought.
Spring is dried of a tear,
He wakes at first dawn,
Exposed in the growing fawn.
But falling weaker every day,
Loosing strength in the morning gray.
Chill bites Hot’s back turned,
Leaves change, set to be burned.
She comes back around
*Time passes without a sound
The beauty of the life of men?
All will come, and die again. *
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Lemon squeezings warming,
and on left
a warm and tingle from the low sun.
My right, shaded winded,
Cools and swirls.
Today is a first.
To shake the cobwebs from our skeletons
and let the sun grow out skin and hair
Back.
With a ray.
all places to see hold pale echos,
Winter's creatures lounging.
A moment suspended,
eternal and perfect.
I always think of the end.
A spark today.
I will always have more first days of Spring
and Winter.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
And She says Nature is her God.
All will end in Nothing as Began in Nothing.
this curse of consciousness
binds me up in sorrow.
it is the ability to Know
Of nothing
From nothing
to Nothing.
Put a pretty cover on it.
Cripples my unconscious Bliss.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
We lie, We lounge
Among the greats.
We are all to see and be.
Command the world with nothing
and everything we have,
the profound.
We are Greek.
And the first two.
Roman
And Celtic too.
We ARE the world.
Fuzzed humanity.
The most substantial
Nothing
Of 7 billion.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
i come in and stare.
the desk and wall and picture and pencil
there.
that one
spot.
transfixed and locked
my eyes are my mind and trapped in the
jaws.
seeping, pounding, writhing.
stillness melting down my body
tears follow the drip.
i dont know why im sad.
a thousand honey bees then
agitate my belly and rolling in my arms
i cannot escape this suffocation.
and i have no excuse why.
a slap to move
to a nap
then it changes.
i cant stop the laughter, it cries.
anxious and fearful.
i say everything wrong
but everything is so
funny
at
a
mile
a
minute
and
before
you
know
it
you've said something offensive.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
And then I came here.
thrown in a room with another
you, the four of you.
brand new minds to
mold.
tell you anything i want to mold you here
tweak and
twist
the truth so i am new.
but out goes the truth.
and in truth.
i am finally being true.
i tweaked and twisted out of my old lies
a month
or so
later i know that you all care.
i dont feel
the same surface pointed piercing judging
that the old ones wielded.
so i opened up for real.
the real
i dont really know
but here's whats real
and now on month four,
i care for you all.
so i cant tell you whats
true
real
now
hurting
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Graphite sticks from my pencil
You and you and you
Came from the same stencil
Two by two by two
Clone stamped houses
realize irrelevance and repeat
Tolerating spouses
Digression undisclosed and discrete
never so much of the same
induces those incomparably insane
at whom to throw the blame
branding bubble in the brain
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
I remember the preschool playhouse
I remember the elementary school boys
I remember not before
I remember not after
I remember restraining hands
lifting skirts, threats, touching,
screaming
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC