Rj - Hello Poetry

Rj Apr 2018

Dear:

Dear mom and dad,
Could you keep the volume down
The bed is literally squeaking
C’mon your daughter is in town

Dear dad,
I don’t want to know his *** life
Your brother is a pig
And he’s cheating on his wife

Dear room,
Thanks for being small and cluttered
The closeness of your walls
They keep my heart un-stuttered

Dear body,
Dear brain,
I’m sorry I didn’t take my pills
And threw you way off kilter
I don’t know why I stopped this time
But I’ve really lost my filter

Rj Apr 2018

Untitled

Do you ever pity the stranger meeting you?

Rj Apr 2018

Is this Goodbye

I don't know what to say
For there is not a single way
That I could make you stay

Everything is ending
But is anything beginning
What is worth my spending

I wrote you so that you'd know
That this has a chance to grow
Into a friendship we must sow

So I sit here writing, scheming
Awake but somehow dreaming
That nobody is leaving
That I am not alone.

Just a stupid reflection on things ending. And they are all ending so fast. This semester, therapy, and my weekly meeting with the Seminarians. I actually wrote Andrew (the main seminarian who I connected with) so that we could continue talking. He is a good listener and, well I didn't want him to go too. I am actually having a really hard time saying goodbye to my therapist, Scott, whom I love. Anyways. Idk why I decided to make a note on this

Rj Apr 2018

Tracing the Grooves

Do you ever trace the grooves in your hand
Or follow the veins under your skin
Do you slightly sway whenever you stand
Or pick at the bumps on your chin

Is there a bone in your body that doesn't quite fit
Is there a pulse that you can never find
And your mouth's filled with glue rather than spit
Can you see the microbes in your eye

Are your teeth slightly crooked whenever you smile
Are your shoulders more wide than your hips
Is your build more of the disproportionate style
And is the skin chewed from off of your lips

Does your hair fall in clumps right on to the floor
Are your fingernails picked to the nub
Do you find concentrating as more of a chore
Can you also not stand tummy chub

Do the grooves in your mind tend to relapse instead
Of helping move on past the dread
And do you find sometimes you can not trust your own self,
Or control the bad thoughts in your head

Obviously there are some strange *** things with my body, but I figure some may also relate.

Rj Apr 2018

Disordered

Here's to the people who are faded and worn
A pair of old jeans that are partially torn
You people whose eyes hold the weight of the world
Messages written in smoke are unfurled