J - Hello Poetry

J Dec 2015

I like the fog,
I like that it blurs everything
in the distance,
and that it gives my thoughts
soft edges.
It lets me know the small space
around me
Like it is saying,
Don't look
at anything but the red break lights
ahead of you.
Let the world disappear into
streetlights

J Nov 2015

Dark

I used to be afraid of the dark.
I felt like it would surround me
Choke me
Trap me
I could always see long fingered monsters
in the shadows about
to ****** me away.
But it's different now,
I long for it to surround me
Embrace me
Hide me
It blocks out everything
and softens it
Like a think blanket or
an old book
I've made peace with its silence
and I've come to realize
that the world scares me more than any monster.

J Oct 2015

Erase

I wanted to forget you
But your name is everywhere.
The street
The voices
Sometimes I can't stop it from spilling out of my mouth.
And it haunts me.
Like a blinking light at the end
of a dock
Flashing.
It keeps me up at night
while I wonder why everything has an expiration date
and why I can't seem to forget.
Honestly?
I was stupid.
Pages
Books
The back of my hand,
I wrote your name in ink so many times
It's no wonder I can't erase you.

J Jun 2015

Dreaming

I have spent my whole life
looking into the distance
and watching black birds fly
over the trees

All these houses are boxes
and the fences are cages
and I am trapped here like a bird
with clipped wings

So I look at the horizon
at the far away trees and the
soaring black birds
and wonder what it's like to be free

Needs work

J Apr 2015

The words you will never hear

They were a sorry hope, and
unlikely wish,
but that didn't make them
any less true.
I whispered them to
the empty space,
Still hoping someday they would
get to you.

J Mar 2015

Sky

The country road seemed endless
And the clock was unbearably slow
So I watched the sunset instead

It appeared behind the horizon
Framing the hills with
streaks of orange and gold

Each tree stood out sharply
Like it was painted with tiny
brushstrokes dipped in ink

Just above the trees the sky turned
to a light green
then faded to blues and purples

And I will never be able to explain
how the green blended so flawlessly
into the orange

But at one point I caught sight of six birds
flying in a crooked line across the sky
Each black wing outlined in gold

And I was stricken
Because no matter how fast I drive
I will never be free like them