Elioinai

Elioinai Feb 2018

I seek a soul as deep as mine
who tastes the rain
and screams with thunder

I seek a soul deep as mine
who views joy and pain
with equal wonder

I seek a soul as deep as mine
who’s kind heart
is often torn asunder

I tried dating someone who I thought was always happy, hoping to bring stability to my life. Their constant “happiness” turned out to be boring and frustrating, as they didn’t seem to be able to appreciate anything very much. They were rarely impressed or delighted by anything. I had wanted someone to help draw me into a calmer world, but this person just couldn’t understand why I was having storms and got stuck on that, judging me. I’ve realized I’d rather have someone like me, whose heart knows well the bitterness of life contrasted with it’s brilliant sweetness, and lives each day in awe of it.

Elioinai Feb 2018

prayer garden at Trinity

as little pink petals
float down on little, light filled breezes
and bees fly humming blossom to blossom
in their peaceful, mindful work
my little burdens seem to flutter down upon the waters
and swirl away like winter’s tired snow

Elioinai Feb 2018

a familiar death

Don’t blame the darling
for trying to seem so familiar
She only wants to be your home
Reflecting all your friends
So when you’re with her you never feel alone
There’s nothing left to miss
if every kiss contains a taste
of everything you ever loved

you smell the detergent your mother used
on all her clothes
she mouths the words to every song you play
In the stones of her mind she’s carved every compliment you ever gave her
But also . . . the criticism
and when the stones begin to crush her
She will hate everything she’s done

Jan 2018

Olivia

Madness

Madness

Never
apologize
for feeling too
recklessly,

the greatest lessons
are
always
learned
through

Madness

Madness

#feel #madness #poets #open #excerpt #honest #reckless

Elioinai Jan 2018

Meditation

Why are you first a Father,
Lord?

Jan 2018

Jay

biology, philosophy and ***

so is that why
i reach this pit
of sorrow
pitch black

do my body grieve

not this time again
let go of life
one more time

and so my body will
bleed
with sorrow
for what could have been

one deep sigh
before letting go

is this what i feel
every month
before my period

that might
put some sense
to this
heavy, meaningless
darkness