EK - Hello Poetry

EK Feb 2019

It’s hard to write happy –
It just gets sappy.

I can write sad and I can write mad,
But my poems about you are just so BAD.

I think about you and am filled with joy!
Fancy that! All this for a BOY!

Together, forever, wherever, ALAS!
This feeling, I think, will never pass.

I like you, I like you, I like you a lot!
Our future, I fear, I am beginning to plot!

We’ll get married and say our I do,
Pack up our things, and go somewhere new,

You’ll be a good father, I’m sure that you will,
You’ll hold me tightly, even when I’m ill.

We’ll have a child (a boy or a girl),
Our lives will spin into quite a whirl.

They’ll grow up like you, thoughtful and kind,
A flaw in them I shall never find.

We’ll have our fights,
Hushed ones in the nights,

I’ll won’t find the words for why I love you,
But I never knew why, I just knew that I knew.

But perhaps with space, or maybe just your face,
I’ll be reminded of your goodness and grace.

But maybe, just maybe, when we’re old and gray,
I’ll get it, I'll get it, I’ll have found a way.

I’ll say--

Scraps from some notes from little me's journal sewn together anew. Tried to hit that childish excitement about life that is really so beautiful. I'm a grouchy cynic now who just writes sad and mad, and that makes me sad and mad.
I talked to my young cousin who often fancies herself in love, and nearly forces young boys to her will, proclaiming herself engaged to them

EK Feb 2019

Winter Romance

The Snow falls
beautiful,
everywhere.

One cannot help but notice the snow,
one cannot help but remark on its beauty,
yet one cannot help but notice its biting chill.

You're remarkable and everywhere,
undeniably lovely,
undeniably everywhere.

Your beauty and your cold are overwhelming.
As much as I awe at someone so violently gentle,
I can't get too close.
Ventures in the snow leave me with a chill and dripping socks.

We're incompatible, you and I.
You with your blustery flurries and I with my weak immune system.
When with you, I 'd shield myself with coats and gloves,
I'd want to be near you, but still apart;
warming my hands as I protect my heart.

I want a love like a cup of tea,
warm,
comforting.

I want a love like a cup of tea,
warming me and banishing the memory of the cold of snow.

I want a love like a cup of tea,
flavorful
healthy.

I want a love like a cup of tea,
No one chooses tea for what it looks like, but rather for what its made of.

I want to love someone with the passion of chai,
the forgiveness of chamomile,
the strength of mint.

Soon you'll disappear in the sun,
too weak to stay.

EK Jan 2019

A Liar's Tell

I cough when I lie,
it's like the idea of deceiving you is sickening.

I don't make eye contact when I exaggerate,
I don't want to be able to tell if you see through the story I'm spinning.

I want so desperately for you to see me and love me for who I am, not for whatever picture of myself I paint.

I feel like I see you, the real you, when you focus on something or someone else and forget to compose yourself for me.

I wish I could just say "I see you, and you're beautiful".

I crave authenticity, yet keep authoring falsity.

I'm never really able to confess my feelings, it's a problem, lol.

Jan 2019

C. S. Lewis

Science-fiction Cradlesong

By and by Man will try
To get out into the sky,
Sailing far beyond the air
From Down and Here to Up and There.
Stars and sky, sky and stars
Make us feel the prison bars.

Suppose it done. Now we ride
Closed in steel, up there, outside
Through our port-holes see the vast
Heaven-scape go rushing past.
Shall we? All that meets the eye
Is sky and stars, stars and sky.

Points of light with black between
Hang like a painted scene
Motionless, no nearer there
Than on Earth, everywhere
Equidistant from our ship.
Heaven has given us the slip.

Hush, be still. Outer space
Is a concept, not a place.
Try no more. Where we are
Never can be sky or star.
From prison, in a prison, we fly;
There's no way into the sky.

EK Oct 2018

Time

Forwards, backwards, anywhere,
imperceptible -extremely everywhere.
All powerful - an enemy or friend?
Time keeps running to my end.
It's all around and not here.
It's pushing us forward and never back
the time is pressing.
time is gravity - it's pulled down and pulling us.
time is gravity - it's dependent on space but untouchable.
time is gravity - it's serious, but unproven.
We know time but not of it.
We think in time and are bound to its chains.
We cannot be outside of it - but our soul is eternal.
We need to be forever - but our forever goes one way.
We may go on forever, but we will never return.
I move on past the glory, the pain, the past.
I move on from the happiness and my time with the blessed.
I leave behind me times with people now long gone, I left behind the chances to make their smile true.
I might have been better, if I could understand I wouldn't return.
We may get a forever, we may just get a day,
but no matter what, either way,
we will never get to stay.

Oct 2018

Bo Burnham

Big

When I was little,
I killed ants with a magnifying glass.

And now I'm big.
And I worry I'm doing the same thing with you.

#love #heartbreak #you #breakup

Sep 2018

Bo Burnham

Can I Have a Word?

Can I have a word, please?
It can be any word.
Just give me a word.

We can all share the rest.
Just let me have one.
It can be anything.
I'd take canteen or avid.
I'd even settle for timely.

But you can't use my word,
whatever it is,
without asking.
Because it's my word.

And I'll almost always let you use it when you ask.
Unless, for example, my word is wonderful
and you want to use it to describe a movie I haven't seen yet
or a movie I saw already and didn't care for.

I really want everything.
That's my first choice.
Flabbergasted is a close second.

#words