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Brittle Bird Jan 2015
No, I am not alone
I turn to the sky
and glisten with the same stars
that touch the whole world
and I am not tired
My face is hidden in shadows
covered in blood, sweet
and tears as well
but I am alive.
I feel the gravel beneath
and between my bare toes
That prickling fire air
only sparks me more
Everything is heightened
in my scope of mind
and screaming with life
I know it deep down
like a charge through my bones
and remember that I used to feel alone
but now I look up into
her eyes, the universe
and know it was never true
I run past the illuminated windows
of lives people have built
for themselves
and even feel connected
to what they represent
I make my decision and begin to fly
the distance from lonely
growing inside
My roots are unwinding
and finally
ripping free
from all the cages
I made throughout my years
I take the forest path
in the comfort of dark
so that I can be alone
but won't have to feel alone.
I sit among the towering old trees and
I breathe
a deep gulp of the universe
It is calm and eccentric
and everything at once
It breathes
I breathe
and I am not alone
not ever
wherever we are
we are not
alone.
Thought I'd share one of my earliest poems, found in a journal entry. This is a lot longer than I normally do, but I had to include it all.
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
in my mind
we played by love
red roses
and sweet words to speak of
but

in your mind
we played by points
each new lie
another check on your score board
and

yes I know
that when I go
this game will turn into something
much more
still

no matter the blood
and guts that may spill
I'll take that
rather than losing  this to
you
Inspired by the Book Poem Challenge. The title is from the book Impulse by Ellen Hopkins.
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
New Year's (Haiku #7)
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
At the midnight split
I admit all I wanted
were her taken lips.
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Deterioration.
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
That smell
of burning skin
like the way I felt when lying
on the bathroom floor

is not the same
as the hollow places
when I take up only a fraction
of the vastness in these bedsheets

but the worst part
is that metallic taste
of bitter end
with every single breath I take

when I can't shake off
the sheets of blood
or knowledge
of what I've become.
Jan 2015 · 538
21; the dawn of you.
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
I want to see you wrap yourself

in all that you've become

And tightly now, for your end
          
has just begun.
To my sister, written on her 21st birthday. I love you.

21 words of my 21st poem for 21 year old you.
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
Dear 2015,
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
I'm so scared.

I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning,
when I get to thinking most about my life
and that much thinking
can't possibly be alright.

I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014,
an illusion made for laughing at all of us
who think maybe we can do better this time.
This time we'll change for sure.
This is it.

And 2015, dear friend,
I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it
to the hopeful beginning of 2016
When I can say again with conviction
that this is the year we'll be great.

Yes, we will be legendary.

This is it.
Dec 2014 · 638
nothing short of poetry
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
its hard for us to speak as we feel.

but a poem has no rules to keep,
no untruth to shake us from our sleep.

no one to tell me i'm crazy when I repeat
the same words like a broken broken broken record,
or when I string them o ut
                   in
      nonsensi cal pa
                                 tter
                                        ns
like those girls out on the street,
because these words can bend and SCREAM.

no one ever said poetry is s'pos to make sense
just s'pos to be free
spoken from the unedited souls
of you and me


-e.r.n.
Dec 2014 · 949
Haiku #6
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Hold on, little one

Your tender bones are shaking

Fragile things do break
Dec 2014 · 770
Below the surface.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
What does it mean to feel
Like you're drowning in life,
Like you're stuck in a permanent daydream?
When your eyes never quite focus
On anything at all
Because you're so far away?

I’m so,
So far away.
Dec 2014 · 682
Haiku #5
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
I crunch out poems...
Stick them to my fingertips...
Gasp them in my sleep.
Dec 2014 · 638
Haiku #4
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
When you set me free
From all you'd shoved my face,
That's when I loved you
Dec 2014 · 388
Haiku #3
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Life, scare me away
Sadness, carry me away
Death, show me the way
Dec 2014 · 793
Her skin.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Her skin looks just like a map to me,
but not to be conquered, no,
one that makes my eyes gleam with curiosity
to explore the furthest corners of her world,
the slums of her cities,
the forests of her soul.

A map that is meant to mean something,
to find a place that feels like home;
a place to shelter from the storm,
a place I no longer feel alone.

For now I know that home to me,
where I have always belonged,
is bound of merely skin and bones,
the deepest eyes,
and the cutest toes.
Dec 2014 · 691
You and I.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Maybe we could've done something to save us
You and I
Maybe we could have broken the casts
If only we had tried
Maybe these walls would have crumbled
And bended to our will
Or maybe we would have loved each more
With no more spaces to fill
Maybe if I had saved you first
You could have been there too
To help me scrape off my rust
And look all shiny new
But maybe I'm just one of those
Rare cases where
Nurture beats nature to a pulp
And I'm left lying
In the dust.


-e.r.n.
Dec 2014 · 621
Haiku #2
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
When will time form me
stronger than I used to be,
better than I am?
Dec 2014 · 582
Haiku #1
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Capture this in sight,
Bend and break it 'til it's right,
Shape it into light.
This one isn't as good as it is in person;  I wrote it on an old photograph of a tropical beach.
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
10w
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
10w
Across this room,
                                     your vibrations are loose,


                  weaving into mine.
10 word memory.
Dec 2014 · 526
Once I hated you.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Once I hated you
when you told me what to do,
but the English language
is always either passive
or aggressive,
and I know you only meant well.

Can you forgive me
for hating you
every time you breathed the words with ease
that strangle my own throat;
that I can barely say?

I'm sorry for all the times
I'd rather be you than me,
thinking wrongly
that your life was easier;
But it's only different.
I know that now.

This isn't what I expected from closeness.
That each new piece of you
would make me feel worse about myself.
It's not because of you,
but because of my perception.
It’s collapsing with my life.

So please let me know
when I become too much to hold,
when your arms start to ache,
or when this **** just starts to get old.
I'll leave with no trouble,
Because under all this,
I do love you.


-e.r.n.
Dec 2014 · 348
The Edge of This.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
I'm on the brink now
I promise I won't explode
But you should know
That the promises I make
Always dance around the truth
Not quite touching
You

So if you see me
At the edge of this
Just know I won't return
In a while
I need some time
Away from this
Mess


-e.r.n.
Dec 2014 · 1.6k
Value Village.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Cash registers and sleepy morning smiles
swept with the exciting smell
of new-old things.

He greeted me at the end of the line and  
I asked him how he was-

          "Cant you tell? I'm radiating with joy!
           Every breath in my chest is a light
           charged and glowing through my bones.
           My throat is sore from laughing,
           my cheeks from smiling,
           and it's the sweetest pain I've ever known."

   -and he was.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Did I ever tell you I love you?
Must have slipped my mind
once or twice,
or maybe every time I saw you.
But I'm in denial of the possibility
that I deliberately didn't mention it,
being too scared to do so.
Once or twice I thought it would slip out,
slide off my tongue,
or in an otherwise inappropriate manner.
Because that's how these feelings are,
like a frantic bird
trapped inside my ribs.
So I'd like to apologize silently
for reasons you will never know,
and hope that you won't notice
when I'm gone.



-e.r.n.
©2015, Brittle Bird
Dec 2014 · 1.5k
Breakthrough.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
You told me to write about
what scares me.

At first I thought, well, everything scares me.
That sense of endless possibilities is what caused my writers block
in the first place.

Sorry.

Further down the road, my depressive nihilism kicked in.
Nothing can scare me,
and nothing really matters.
It's the illusion of life
pointing its big, daunting finger
and laughing.

When I finally hit both ends of this,
felt everything and nothing,
it hurt somewhat, yes, but-
I began to write.

Now my words reflect
everything I feel and don't feel,
everything that is and isn't.
Now, I take everything that passes through me
and make it into something else,
something completely new.

In this moment,
I have complete control over my little universe.
There is a world out here,
more vibrant than I ever imagined.

So thanks for that.



-e.r.n.
To Mckinley. :) Hi
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Maybe.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
If only for once
Maybe this time I'll make it

Just maybe I'll be
Be able to not fake it

Maybe let them see
Possibly the truth for once


-e.r.n.
©2014, Brittle Bird
Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Thoughts.
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
My thoughts are overflowing
  Bursting at the seams
They're filling up the spaces
  Where nothing's what it seems

My thoughts mix into puddles
  Turning murky brown
I try to communicate them
  But they're all watered down

My thoughts crumble like castles
  At the tip of my tongue
They're falling back down my throat
  And scratching up my lungs

My thoughts are oozing out my pores
  And dripping on your skin
But when I try to say those words
  
  I can't even begin


-e.r.n.
©2014, Brittle Bird

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