Athea

Athea Oct 2014

Silence

In silent nights I hear sirens,
joking for years about them coming for us;
but that night was no joke;

a knock at the door,
a message from a friend,
a locked room;

a scream,
a wail,
a puddle;

in the silence of the night I hear a heart monitor steady.

this is my biggest fear.

#suicide #fear #depression #brother

Athea Oct 2014

I am what I refuse to admit

I am what I refuse to admit

I am 2 parts *****, 1 part tears;
I am bottle in the nightstand;
I am tear stained stuffed animals.

I am late night walks alone;
I am a stranger rejected;
I am silent howling wind.

I am weird kid on the bus;
I am panic attacks at school;
I am after class *"talks" with teachers.

I am bracelets on my wrist;
I am the persistent urge;
I am fear of heights for the wrong reason.

I am a house, not a home;
I am old sweater in the closet;
I am fake fauna on the patio.

*to myself.

this is who i am underneath the surface.

#depression #anxiety #personal

Athea Oct 2014

October 10, 2014

I went to sleep,
wanting to talk to him;
I woke up,
wanting to talk to him;

In the morning,
I looked in the mirror and tried to
see what he sees;
I went to an art gallery trying to
see what he sees;
I lived today trying to
see what he sees.

Athea Oct 2014

Dear Poets

Bleed*
Bleed out every emotion you were too afraid to speak;
let the pen be your razor.
the ink, your blood;
let the ink flow and speak for you.

Oct 2014

LittleFreeBird

A Poet Is

A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains

A poet
Is Poetry