ask your blood
your limbs, your breathing feet
what Poetry is -
a phylogenetic anomaly
in light’s discontinuity

or just…
the strange yearning of hematopoiesis

ask the silence in your lungs
the bursting DNA, reinterpreted
how it allures memory inside your bones
how it treads conventions of sleep
with the weight of a sigh

if you ask me
what Poetry is
I’d say: breath calligraphy
a winged dream of depth
on enchanted retina
the bitter-sweet art of airy harmony

ask your hands
what Poetry is
perhaps they’ll take a moment
to bloom

It is unpredictable
Every speck of dust
Every word spoken
Every distance traveled
Every forbidden thought
Anonymity and imperceptible
This is my role in the place I call home

~*Susan

Hell has rose
Everlasting agony
Loneliness lingers  my heart
Pain is all I know, pain is my friend
Maybe one day the pain will go and
Every day can be worth living


-Susan

You were suppose to hold me tight at midnight
You were suppose to tell me I am beautiful
You were suppose take me out and show me off to your friends and family
You were suppose to kiss me every day
You were suppose to tell me that I was the one
You were suppose to say I love you
But instead you were with her
The girl you claimed that was your friend
The girl you said you did not like the way you liked me
The girl you kissed in public
You held her like she was a diamond
You kissed her like she was beautiful
You loved her like she was the one
You were right, you did not like her the same way you like me, you loved her and liked me.

-Susan

I want to be my own universe
Mold the way the stars shine
Allow lost souls to come and be loved
Align the way the moons orbit
Ban bad thoughts that consume the human mind
Bring in the murky milky way
Cut off the toxic air that creates these profound feelings of hatred and sorrow
I want to be my own universe

-Susan