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 Feb 2017 Halsea Callis
Eman
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Those visions, recollections, dreams, flashes and sudden insights both overwhelm and confuse me.
All we ever do is exchange glances,
like only we can see each other in crowds and masses.
Like the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I are lost in the bizarre. (Inspired by a dream I had)
One day she stopped feeding me
I was 4
She was pregnant
Something so simple as eggs
But I NEVER fed myself first
I served her
Because I loved her

One day she threw plates at me
I came to see why she was crying
I was 6
She was bleeding
I wrapped her hands
Because I loved her

One day she punched my mouth
I asked why dad hadn't come home
I was 10
She was pale
I brought her a blanket
Because I loved her

One day I cried in anger
Because I knew she never cared
I was 17
She was dead
I became numb
Because I didn't know why
I still love her

It's easy to hurt someone that looks like you
Especially when you hate yourself
I still love you mom
 Feb 2017 Halsea Callis
Sky
Okay,
so I've let you go,
and I'm oddly calm about it,
no freaky heart about it,
no hyperventilation, over-exaggeration
no panicking and crying on the floor about it
I think maybe I'm okay
I think maybe that today
it is safe to say
that I'm moving on
from you.
And thank you, dear sir, thank you
You opened my eyes to so much of the world
You showed me love, and you showed me heartbreak
So thank you, dear sir, yes, thank you,
And feel free to stop by again
someday.
You have a place in my heart, a special place, always;
You're welcome here, always
I'm not mad at you, I swear
Am I sad, au contraire!
I think that I feel rather freed...
Leaving me without a goodbye
Left me on the floor, feeling like I might die
All I really needed was some closure
So, thank you, dear sir, thank you
For tossing this gal one last word.
 Feb 2017 Halsea Callis
Gidgette
I was never a rose,
But green
Not a chrysanthemum,
Nor an orchid
Something cut,
Walked upon
And yet,
You were the dew
And kissed me,
With a thousand moist kisses
Everynight,
Making me sparkle
In the sunrise
Well, I didnt even know this was chosen as the daily till just a second ago. Thank you all so very much!
only small minds believe
putting others down
makes themselves bigger
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
No matter what pillar your soul inhabits
My love will make a pilgrimage there
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
2017
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