Jasmine Sylvia: Poems

Jasmine Sylvia Jul 2017

1.
I never questioned what love was,
I never thought I could do better.
Your love was always enough and
We lived happily ever after.

2.
This time we were slightly older
Neither of us wanted to be alone.
You kept me warm at night and
I never had to question if I was the only one.

3.
It was a dream we never had to wake up from
Where we kissed each other between bedroom sheets
And held hands by the sea.
We had the world at our fingertips and
Our laughter played on repeat.

4.
Every morning we woke up together.
We worked and came back home,
A cooked meal and sitcom television beckoning.
We said goodnight and held each other in the dark.
Nobody ever worried about waking up alone.

5.
There was never 152 miles
Or three hours worth of space.
There were no empty weeks,
We never tasted absence, and
Goodbye wasn't in our vocabulary.
In this world you didn't leave.
You never decided to give up.

6.
Here we live on our own planet.
Nobody knows we exist
So we fill the silence with our secrets and constant whispers.
The sunsets are ours every time.

7.
It's the afterlife.
I've been waiting and when you arrive
You collapse into my arms the way an angel falls;
Beautifully and all at once.

8.
I haven't seen you in thirty years.
We bump shoulders today on the side of a busy New York street
And the moment our eyes meet
We fall back into a love
Deeper than the ocean and
Brighter than the sun.

9.
You were born just 4 months before me
In the house next door
With a white front porch.
We fall in love before we even know what that word means
And you never move away on your 16th birthday.
Instead we reach 92,
Sitting in rocking chairs on
Your white front porch.
The place you first whispered I love you.

10.
I'm your morning coffee.
I'm your bed sheets too.
I'm the sun that warms each winter day and
I'm the space heater you turn to when it snows.
In this universe I never turn cold.
In this universe I know how to keep you warm.

11.
It's Groundhog Day and neither of us can seem to escape.
The day begins when we lock eyes for the first time
And ends with me sound asleep on your chest.
I wake up the next morning completely unaware of who you are
But I still manage to fall for your brown eyes every time.

12.
Goodbye does not exist here.
Neither does stay.
The words were never invented
Because your love never ran out and
Neither of us had to know what it felt like
When two worlds collide and
Completely shatter the other on impact.

13.
I'm a broken toy on the side of the street.
When you're walking with your mother
You pick me up and take me home
And glue my broken pieces back together.
We spend the rest of that summer side by side,
In a sandbox praying the laughter never ends.

14.
We're two raindrops living on the
Opposite sides of the same cloud.
When the sky turns grey and
Each of us tumble to the ground,
You find you way to where I am,
Melting us together right before
We crash into the pavement.

15.
You didn't sleep in a bed that wasn't ours.
I never threw that vase at your bedroom wall.
Our voices never got too loud.
I didn't crash my car on the way home.
Instead you played my favorite song
And we slow danced until time stopped and
The stars fell out of the sky.

16.
We are a picture frozen in time,
Framed on my left nightstand.
Our love doesn't change here,
Nor does it fade.
We keep laughing until
The people we became have long passed
That captured moment in time.

Auditions

Jasmine Sylvia Aug 2016

Auditions

When you were in grade school, your teacher told you that you would be perfect for the role in the school play if you had only been a few inches taller. You cried about it to your mother who tried to remind you that one day you would make the perfect fit for the role in someone else’s play. Have you told her how you were trying out to be the lead for someone who made you believe in yourself but you didn’t make the cut? They told you it wasn’t working out anymore. Something about how their mind changed, someone better fit for the part. You pressed pause on the television remote a million times but nothing seemed to put off the massacre that came after. The entire audience watching as you walk off the stage. Did you always feel like you weren’t good enough? Just like the classroom toy no one seemed to play with for more than a few minutes, passing it off to someone else and cast aside at the end of the day. Left alone on the floor in the dark because no one cared enough to place you gently in a place where you belonged. There wouldn’t be any room for you in this play. The spot filled by someone with a better smile. Better eyes. Better personality. The lines you rehearsed render useless if you don’t remember when you’re supposed to say them. The director giving you a blank stare because you couldn’t say “I love you” back. Was it stage fright? This is how it feels to be in the spotlight, to be the main character in someone’s movie. Maybe you forgot that this roll required someone with more emotion than that. Nobody wants to watch you choke up right before the happy ending. Your parent’s divorce didn’t teach you about those, it only left you with the reality of being the inevitable victim. The person who gets shot by the hero stealing your lover because they’re the goody guy. The one who runs off into the sunset as everyone else takes a bow. The one who was a few inches taller. Fast-forward. Now the curtain closes after your final act. You hear the audience clap because this is the one where you decided to disappear and never come back.

Car Accident

Jasmine Sylvia Sep 2016

Car Accident

I catch you sitting at the diner counter again at 2am, the fourth day in a row. The waitress comes over and hands you a black coffee. I stare, but you don’t turn around and catch me looking. You’re glaring into the mug, like somehow you’ll drown in the warm murky mix. Like somehow if you keep looking your problems will dissipate into the rising steam. Like somehow it’s the answer you’ve been searching for since you were born. You wanted an answer. Something that would make everything come full circle. It’s been years of you driving down an endless highway, passing every exit because you don’t know how to stay in one place. Even ghost towns won’t harbor something so deeply damaged. A person who can only pull the emergency break when they’re afraid they might crash. Crash into what? Not everything walking by you is a catastrophe. Accidents only occur when you forget to pay attention. Just like how you forgot that your side door mirrors were broken. Those objects are not closer than they appear. You tried to slow down but they only seemed further away. Everything you’re trying to hold on to is slipping through your hands the way sand falls through the hourglass. Tick tock. Did you forget that people need affection if you want them to stay? They are not dolls you can glass-case until you feel like playing with them again. Not everybody enjoys being a toy. How long has it been since someone sat in the passenger seat? The car rides must be lonely when there’s no one around to fill the silence. You can blast the radio as loud as you want to but that won’t block out the hollow feeling in your chest. The one that sits where your heart is supposed to be. Something that music can’t fill. Your mother once told you that history repeats itself but did she mention that only happens when you refuse to change the scenery? If you always stay on the same road you’re never going to snap out of it. Break the curse. Realize that love is sitting at the base of every exit if you weren’t so scared of swerving into oncoming traffic. The only head-on collision that’s going to happen is when you grow too tired of driving alone that you forget to keep your eyes on the road. When you realize you placed yourself in your own hell and your breaks finally give out. When you fall asleep at the wheel and never wake up because you were terrified of letting somebody else steer.

Falling

Jasmine Sylvia Aug 2016

Falling

Can you still hear it when the angels sing? Your car radio only seems to play static stations these days, as if it knows how empty it's gotten inside of your head. Damaged goods, that's what your mother always called it. Something that's just not good enough because the last person to touch you didn't read the signs that said, "fragile, handle with care". Did you forget to tell them your bones were made of glass? Did you let them know the person before had already shattered a few? I guess that's why you drink so much, just something to numb away the pain. It must be hard to feel anything at all when you're two bottles deep, passed out in someone else's bed because you cling to anything that remotely resembles a home. Something warm, at least that's what you'd like to think. If only the people who touched you didn't quit so quickly. Cold turkey, hands that turn your skin to frost. Nothing warm about it other than the heat in your cheeks at night before you start to cry. You're just feeling sorry for yourself because there's no "do not disturb" button for you to click. No way to tell someone you need to be left alone because your heart is too wounded to fight another war. If only you hadn't been so nuclear. Full of energy that bursted and took out the wrong people. Always pouring yourself into a new body and constantly coming up empty. You've given away so many of your pieces that there's no way to connect the dots and define yourself. Stuck in a body you no longer recognize. You'd like to call it identity theft but the person inside can't scream out quite loud enough. Somehow they've fallen so far down the rabbit hole that even the Hatter thinks it's far too gone to bring back. I know when you were little they said that if you ever got lost to just call for help, but there's nothing more you can do when nobody wants to pick up the phone.

It Wasn't Love

Jasmine Sylvia Oct 2015

It Wasn't Love

He was the type of boy who said
He wanted to fix you
But three months later you'll find yourself crying
On a bathroom floor because
You forgot that you were made of glass
And it doesn't take much to shatter your bones.

And he'll swear that he loves you but
In four months you'll be outside of the ER
Begging for painkillers that'll make you forget
How to breathe because you no longer want to feel
What it's like to be at war.

And one day you'll learn how to drown in bottles of liquor
Because you don't want to remember who you are but
The way he tasted
Will always be burned into the back of your throat and
No amount of ***** can wash away
The reminder that you still keep the back door open
Incase he ever decided to come home.

Nomadic Patterns

Jasmine Sylvia Aug 2016

Nomadic Patterns

The ringing inside of your head has been going on for months now. There used to be music but the chords haven’t made any sense to you since the silence began. The emptiness drones on, its own form of white noise. You stand still, like you're waiting for a bus that isn’t going to come. Even if it does you know you’re going to be the only passenger. And yet you’re there because a part of you thinks it’ll bring you back to a spot where you're still 8 years old. A time when the only thing you loved more than your dog was the way he liked to chase his tail in circles. Do you ever tell people what it felt like when he ran away and never came back? Or maybe you’re so used to being abandoned by now and that’s why you leave people cold for a living. It’s much safer than the alternative of waking up and realizing the left side of your bed is empty before you are able to say goodbye. That’s why you sleep alone. That’s why the last person to visit your apartment at night was the neighbor who needed to borrow some milk. Too bad he didn’t know you were harboring ghosts in your closest. The priest would come and bless them away if only you could learn to make new friends. Do you keep them because they tell you what you want to hear? Or is it because they remind you of all the crimes you committed, the hearts you ripped out in cold blood and forgot to give back? A long list of apologies that never made it past the answering machine. You must’ve been born without a reflex that allowed you to wait past the tone. And it doesn’t help at this point that you don’t even know your own name. It stopped sounding the same when your dad wasn’t there to say it anymore. The first casualty you endured, the first crack that would eventually break all of your bones. I guess it’s hard to build a home when the only one you'd ever known chewed and spit you out like a flavorless piece of gum. And now you’re all alone in a bed that’s made for two. Nobody seemed to warn you that setting yourself on fire won’t keep you warm at night.

November 12th

Jasmine Sylvia Nov 2017

November 12th

It’s pitch black again as you’re driving home. The wind whirls around the world outside, the radio static barely drowns out the noises in your head. When did it get so loud? Each thought screams at you. Reminders of all of the mistakes you’ve buried in the backyard. Did you forget what happened the last time you dug them up? All of the ghosts coming out to play. The skeletons in your closet morphing into bodies of the people you used to love. People who used to love you. People who have found warmer homes elsewhere. It’s cold this time of year but never as cold as it is beneath your ribs. Drives like this feel like forever when no one’s riding shotgun in the passenger side. The laughter now an echo from the back of your mind. When was the last time someone told you it was going to be okay? Or has it been so long that the word “okay” isn’t a feeling but a faraway place you uprooted from the day your mom stopped coming home. Trauma has many names but never this many faces. A deer jumps in your path and you almost step on the gas instead of your breaks.

Pet Peeves

Jasmine Sylvia Aug 2016

Pet Peeves

You never liked the way I tapped my fingers against my mouth when I got nervous. I wasn't sure if it was because of the way they made you question how I felt or how it reminded you of your mother's constant tapping each night your father didn't come home on time. On those dark nights, when he creeped in at 3 a.m., did you wonder about the lady wearing red lipstick? Or did you wait for him at the crack of your bedroom door because you couldn't sleep without him saying goodnight? When I was four my mother took me to the beach and taught me how to dance in the waves, until one day a little boy drowned at sea and we stopped going to the beach altogether. I guess sometimes it's better to be safe instead of sorry but if that's the case then why did she always leave the back door open when she knew dad was never coming home? I don't think she realized a man might come and pull the trigger on us, or maybe that was what she wanted all along. Sometimes she would even hum this song, sitting at the kitchen table with her tea. The tune was never familiar to me but something about it made you wish you were anywhere but here. Like you should be running away to Neverland because your home was starting to crack at the foundation. A campfire that slowly died out before you were finished singing Kumbaya, but no one was there to hold your hand and sway along to the beat. Didn't you always feel like you were born with two left feet? Like something about you didn't quite fit with the rest. You lived life as a puzzle piece that got put back in the box because there wasn't a spot for you left. But what you didn't notice was how you were just mixed up in the wrong picture. Someone long ago forgot to tell you how you were made of sunflowers instead of roses, and now you don't know where you belong. Lyrics to a song that has no music. A ship with no sail. A tree that can't grow leaves. Just a broken part of the whole. And no matter how many times somebody says it's going to get better you still won't make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles. People don't understand that the light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train carrying every person you have every tried to love.

Time Lapse

Jasmine Sylvia Aug 2016

Time Lapse

Once upon a time you heard the word 'goodbye' for the first time. Even without a definition you could feel a pain in your chest as you watched the one who spoke it walk away. The first of many to come, something that no textbook prepared you for. Every time it was a little more painful, paper cuts that slowly turned into flesh wounds. Invisible scars that would last you a lifetime. Nobody else could recognize the agony it left but you sure felt it every step of the way. It was like living in a cartoon where a rain cloud hung over your head as sunshine followed everybody else. Three days ago someone said it to you for the thousandth time. Something snapped inside of you that day, although you can't tell whether it was a rib or the last string holding you together. Each record you play to drown out reality is another conversation about love that makes you wanna scream. You dig for something more but this time nothing else lies beneath what's on the surface. X marks the spot but there was no buried treasure, just a chest full of the empty promises people couldn't keep. You might as well bury yourself back in the hole you spent so much time digging up. Better to be safely guarded than sorry you ever showed someone love. The clock stopped the day they walked away but somehow it still manages to tick. Each one a reminder of another second spent longing for a future that doesn't exist. A broken clock is right twice a day but it isn't going to tell you how long it'll take to fix what's fallen apart. This is a disease called abandonment and you can cry in front of hospital doors all you want but there is no cure.

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Voided

Jasmine Sylvia Oct 2016

Voided

Are you still looking in the rearview mirror? No matter how far you drive the person you're waiting for isn't getting any closer, life passing you by with every mile. The destination unknown because they don't want to be found. This year the holidays were cold because every present you unwrapped was another memory you wanted to forget. Lies that were ******* with pretty bows to trick you into believing people come back. No matter how many times you try to light the tree, the star at the top just gets dimmer. Like the way your eyes do when you look in the mirror and realize no one is standing next to you anymore. Nothing remains but a ghost. An exoskeleton of the person you used to be. A person who believed that not all people were onions decorated like candy apples. That not every exterior was hiding a black hole. Now you're stuck in the void that ****** you in, running in circles looking for your way out. Sorry to break the news but there is no rescue crew on its way to save you, no rope is going to slip down and pull you out. Disney painted your head with lies because Prince Charming is the one who fed you the poison apple, and he isn't going to wake you up.

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