My sister never used to shut up
And I would scream until she would stop.
The people on my morning bus
Who refuse to read the paper silently
Often are met with my glare.
I spend most days telling people
That I do not care about their
Mundane lives, as a way to be honest-
I hate people who talk too much.
Yet the other day I found myself
Enamored by his voice,
As he pondered out loud what he
Should have for lunch.
As we sat together I only got
Three words in-
Not that I was counting-
But for the first time, I did
Not mind.
For his voice lit up the
Spark in his eyes,
And his words were not harsh
But a melody that could calm
Even the tightest muscle in my body.
His lips moved like ocean waves, so
Soft, creating a space that felt like our own.
As I sat across from him, I thought
I could listen to this man for the
Rest of my life.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
The casket is open
Yet my eyes remain closed
I can feel the cold air
Pressing down upon me
But somewhere in my conscious
I know that it is not truly there.
The feelings-
Will be buried with me
And so far I can only feel calm.
I wonder what the dirt will smell like
Or who I will meet in the ground.
I have no sense of fear,
God will soon lead me home.
Until then I will let my family
Feel my hands that have been folded
Across my chest-
I feel like a child once again.
So worry free
Unafraid of what comes next,
As they lower me down
I feel blackness surround me.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
I stood on a snowy hilltop
My hands pale as the ice beneath my feet
As the sun peaked its face out
From behind the redwoods
I was reminded of your summers touch
How I would never feel cold again.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
With my brown skin glimmering
No one would have known the way
You hid me from the sun
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
The feeling inside me
Was not with me at birth
But instead a gift
From the one who loved me
The most
At ten years old
With a kiss to the cheek
That burned like fire;
A hatred seeped into me
And set me ablaze
In the most painful way its
Smoke billowed out of me
With every breathe I took
While scorching my mouth
On its way out
Until the day
My throat callused over
Leaving me able to breathe
Sweet fire like crisp autumn air
Allowing a dragon
To be reborn
From the scorched pain
Left by its creator
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
my hands are chilled
by the winds that whip around me
like ice on a lake they hold onto
the surface of a pen as I
watch a family pass me by-
everything about them screams for
Normality,
as they talk about nursing careers and
where their lunch will take place-
they continue on
Together,
as i sit here alone, only me and my mind
and the ducks that float above
the freezing pond
I Wonder-
if this cold wind, accompanied by the pond
in front of me, could be the cure
to what is occurring inside my head
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
My legs were shaking
so uncontrollably
as I inched my way towards the
cold tile floor
on a Friday afternoon
It climbed up my spine
Into my hands
as the water in the cup
Shook and spilled
onto the floor
I look at the new mess before me
then up at the one in the mirror
staring right back
as I realize
as of now
only one can be helped
Because the shakes came
and left just as quick
but the thoughts that clawed
my skull
took root within my mind for weeks
on end
And after they grew comfortable
they invited the guest of honor to vacation
within the gaping hole of emptiness
that existed within my chest
Except when he was there it didn't
feel so empty
only heavy
and even though i asked them to leave
they had grown too comfortable
with my discomfort
to give it all up
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
The thoughts within my head sloshed around my brain like the alcohol in my stomach.
I was cold and tired and with a dizzy mind the only thing I craved was to be in your arms.
I called out your name, to no avail, on the street right in front of your house. the lights were off
so I called your phone and the dial tone seemed to say sorry for the inconvenience, get some sleep you drunk girl.
So I walked alone and cold back to my small room. i put on the shirt that smelled like you,
climbed into bed and reached my arms out into the void that used to contain your warmth.
I had a dream you called that night, only to wake and find it wasn't a dream. i was mad at myself for thinking of it as such. Mad at myself for not answering, not paying enough attention, for turning my phone on silent.
In the morning the thoughts within my head had exited along with the alcohol, and my mind belonged to me again, not you. The only thing I craved was a good bagel, and to be rid of you.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
I'm in the front row at your show
watching you strum along to the song
you said was about me;
my hair sticks to my face
and covers my eyes
but I can still see
that's it's about her
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
I see before me a fire
that rages on with
no flames
running through valleys
and declaring everything
In its path
its own for the taking
we watch as people grab hands
and begin to pray the flames away
without realization that the third
fourth
fifth
or thirty second time
is not the charm
the fire takes families
dead or alive
without judgement to pass
on the whole communities it devours
we stand and watch it like a bad accident
where it’s impossible to look away
as we wait for the impact that is inevitable
it is fueled on hate, the fire
and it rises from the ground
and swells in the air like waves in a storm
hissing at those,who
despite it all
hold love in their hearts
because these people are the most threatening
the ones who are unaware of the true powers they possess
the power to love, and be loved
the ones who still have a voice
that can be heard over the sound of burning cities
we watch as people grab hands
and speak with love on their tongues
like if they’d stop the fire would eat them alive
and I stand with these people
these people
who never knew something as pure as water could destroy such a deadly flame
just as something pure as love could destroy hate, exposing the truth that
in the battle between love and hate-
LOVE ALWAYS WINS
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC