I can hear the wind
passing beneath my feet and
I can see the clouds roaming by my head and
I can taste free air on my tongue-
but I can feel the turbulence is increasing in my heart the further away I get from you
and I am reminded of why I love
planes,
flying,
the window seat,
but hate traveling.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
She got a new job in a new neighborhood
with new apartment neighbors
that looked at her strangely when she
wore the same pair of sweatpants every day
for 43 days straight,
new neighbors that saw her
do laundry every Thursday around 7:12 p.m.
of women's whites and darks
but yet continued to wear baggy clothes that sagged
and dragged
and new neighbors that questioned whether she was sane
when they saw her practically stripping
with every stairway step
leading to her apartment
leaving a trail of clothes that were foreign to her
and new neighbors that were greeted every day before she tried to sink back into her old life,
drowning herself in his packed-up wardrobe, ready for donation,
to get into his sweatpants for the 44th day,
into the same pair she used to wash for him
every week around 7:12 p.m.,
the pair he used to lounge in everyday after work after greeting her,
the pair he swore
were made for her,
the pair she will want to live her whole life in,
because she knows there will come a Thursday when the scent of him
will be as foreign as the feeling of wearing jeans.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
you are a candle-
you might melt at
a single flame,
but give yourself
time,
air,
you'll harden again.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
The stars are lonely
on the edges of the universe-
I am not alone,
yet further away.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
As the sun rises
my crusted eyelids
will break
and my chapped lips
will part,
my rested mind
will open
and you will still linger
on my mouth
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
I went on a two hour run one day
after my step-father told me
that no man would marry me
if I had a tattoo.
I never asked for a husband,
I never expressed want for a
spouse;
I want a tattoo.
I laid in bed for two hours that day
until he came up to my room
and "apologized" saying,
he was "joking"
and I "clearly took this stuff very seriously."
I take the world seriously.
I try very hard to emphasize just how little I care what others think about me.
I want to be sarcastic.
I want teal hair.
I would like to ink my skin.
I want to run out my frustrations, not
"get a good body for bikini season"
I eat fruit to feel good, not so
my legs will "look good in that dress"
I want a tattoo
because my body was not made for you to look at.
My body is not created every single day
for men.
I want a tattoo-
a circle just below my knuckle on my left-hand ring finger,
a reminder that I belong to me
way before,
always before,
I belong to anyone else.
I never asked for a husband,
and I certainly never asked you.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
snow falls, yet not everything gets hit
nature knows some will bear the load
bark hovering over gentil leaves
nature knows some cannot survive in the cold
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
every
day
is
a
lifetime
and
the
night
is
taking
so long
to
arrive
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
It's 1:54 in the morning
where I am- in bed
and I know, even though it's 1:54 in the morning
where you are- in bed,
you are not writing a poem
for me
in the dark
under thin sheets
you are not shading in an outline
of my skin
in the dark
******* in sweaty underwear
you are not thinking of me
in the dark
under thin sheets
******* in sweaty underwear
like I am, of you.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
maybe
if I write a poem
that encompasses
all of
my thoughts,
I can finally stop thinking
but
since all my thoughts are about you
I don't think
there are enough lines
or words
or letters
so I think
I will continue to write
all my ideas and poems
and all it-
until you finally
think of me too.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC