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 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Makiya
there are pocket s
of time  we use
to crawl inside one another, sleep like we would
have never known the difference, before       /after

& our excuse is
the skin of our hands meeting that of our thighs and
we are all at once a giant        sigh, together

we come, beautiful,
in the moment s like this,

we shift,

like this
like this
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Makiya
there's a picture of sunflowers, my favorite
by far. one
leans apart from the congregation, rests
it's head on a wooden fence.
a visible sigh in it's face

it's posture affects --
and though time accelerates,
there is still gold in the lines of my face,
some days    the light catches

and warmth Ihold in my pockets
for days like today, I drizzle it on my tongue.

&my; insides are wrapped in dusty glow
from eons before
I began to wilt
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Makiya
I'll take your breath in
my lungs,      have it ready for la petite mort

your many
little
deaths

exhale &giv;; you
la vie     again,
my god, you embody admirable beauty
you replenish all the good when my world is crashing
with waves so persistent these rocks must remember
the importance they leave when the tide begins to fall
i'm dying to know, has this sand always been so white?
i find peace in the piles my car is collecting

i beam at the worlds these rocks are collecting
communal homes, no fighting; just beauty
my pale limbs get lost in sand so white
shortly revealing themselves as waves come crashing
sometimes i stand on that rugged pier and i fall
awaiting the swallow of the sea, forgetting what i shouldn't remember

here, the wind is always changing, it will never remember
these impeding worries I've been collecting
it may not be strong enough to catch my fall
but it floods my lungs with beauty
for a moment i feel this high is crashing
a seagull grooms his messy feathers, searching for the white

i tell the gull he's beautiful, despite his lack of white
he distracts me from what i shouldn't remember
in taking flight, i envy his crashing
colliding with the water at such height, i grasp the shells I've been collecting
i notice the tide receding from its path, revealing more beauty
tripping over sand, i race to the pier for one last fall

i attempt to leave but the oceans current begs for another fall
the powdery sand on shore grabs me by the ankles and i'm glowing white
i am flattered by this playful behavior, i'm grateful for its beauty
with you, my dear, my peace of mind is all you must remember
rest assured i will never abandon the memories we are collecting
for it is you, i run to when my world is crashing

i swiftly dodge the sudden rain so violently crashing
in a dreamy state, i observe the drops as they fall
still, my shoes are soaked from where water insisted on collecting
in my rear view i see the sand converts to mud and is no longer white
it doesn't matter though, its not the way i'll remember
a storm could never retract genuine beauty

recounting the days moments, drenched in beauty, i feel my body crashing
time is limited when trying to remember as my eyelids fall
white sand is all i see and i'm buried beneath the pillows I've been collecting
sestina poem
contradictions
they define me, lately
sensing familiarity in your voice
i watch you in my mind
and
i am convinced that
i knew you in a life before this
former reflections disguising themselves as déjà vu
but
i don’t believe in past lives
with my jagged exterior &
clenching fists
i remind myself
no one will fit with me
well
wrap your every limb around mine
& i know
not a single gap will exist
just wait.
Like a hand that throws a punch your tongue makes a fist at me
Once you open your mouth I taste our ****** history
But how long do you think you can amuse the face of lust
Before you see it in yourself, a body in the flood
To all the ends the water goes and carries you away
Begins to settle down until you start another day
Inside the lines you've drawn upon the places you have been
Exists a world you cannot see unless you shed your skin
You took us there so long ago but left me on my own
With vision disappearing in the punches you had thrown
But if you have it in you still to wake your sorry self
Then come to me and let it be as though you never left
As long as he is loved, his mind will not be compromised.
tooth and nail I fought for you in every way I could
Despite the empty feeling that I never understood
I am not really seeking any more than all of you
Though all of us collectively are either one of two
Allow the range of colours to distort what you have seen
And watch yourself forget the people holding onto dreams
If you are not a sleeper then you've woken up in haste
Perhaps there is a reason you accept yourself this way
But even if there isn't and you're living just to breathe
Then I suggest you slumber, give your body what it needs
rest your body, rest your mind, we are running out of time
You're
like....

My
     Sanity

in
   a
       world
   full
          of
            *Crazy
You really just mean a lot to me. <3
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