that your sadness
will no longer
speak for you.
is eating Ritz crackers
at 2 am
while flipping through your
Pokemon card collection.
I used to wish mine were
green - like the forests -
or blue - like the oceans -
or grey - like my grandfather's.
It wasn't until
you told me
there was gold
- like the earth -
in my irises,
that I started
(Maybe, just maybe,
there's beauty in me after all.)
I will grow
somehow hurts worse than a breakup.
I knew I wanted to live
when I started wearing
my seatbelt again.
I'm five feet of
and crippling self-doubt
and barely-controlled havoc.
That's more than enough to knock down
your six feet
ocean (n.): the side of the world the witch-doctor calls home.
devotion (n.): the vow she dedicated one night while alone.
potion (n.): her well-known recipe, for hearts and bones to mend.
emotion (n.): her secret source of weakness, in the end.
There is an ache.
Something once there,
No matter how put-together
my reality becomes,
something feels out of place.
I think it's that fact that - in this life at least -
I won't get to meet
is a four-letter word
made of sunshine and *******
used to teach kids
it's a concept.
or falling in love
and it traps your mind
into thinking you still have
some fight left.
(The truth is, I'm not hopeful,
I'm just stubborn.)
Do you believe in soulmates?
(I wish I still didn't. I'm sorry. Truly)
There once was a wall in her heart
that she allowed him to take apart.
It took him forever
and he gave up whenever
he realized this wasn't so smart.
Chaotic feline is
Adamant that owner
Takes steps to come home.
How? You ask me so.
Well, it does lie between the days
so you have the rest
of the week to go.
Breakups happen on this dreaded day,
when your partner decides you're through.
When you're too hungover to care too much,
for last night you tried something new.
You can lose your job on a Wednesday,
after effort and commute and time.
You can be slapped together with a parking ticket
and forced to pay a fine.
You might lay in bed on this day,
wondering what's left to come.
You might want to hide in your covers
because you know you did something dumb.
I'll be real: I hate Wednesdays.
But why? You ask? I could've sworn...
Ah! Yes. I remember now.
T'was a Wednesday when
I was born.
Words are permanent.
I was once told
that I'm an
that's all I can think
when I get excited
(I was also once told
that I'm a
here I am
writing dumb poems
for my soul.)
feels like static
at the end of a long day.
Or ice in your veins
when you want to run away.
when you've got **** to do.
and only comes
when you're alone
and it's just you.
Watch where you ******* aim, why don't'cha?
You can really hurt someone with that bow-and-arrow of yours!
bouquet (n.): a bundle of daisies to my office you had sent.
parfait (n.): your favorite dessert after a whole day with me you spent.
cabaret (n.): the lies you performed while I watched you, center-stage.
ricochet (v.): the hurt that backfired after I realized I'd been played.
just a disclaimer: this series of poems probably won't be based on my own experiences; they're just fun little stories.
I used to watch
glued across my bedroom ceiling
and think "Someday,"
my name will be written
across the galaxies.
I see the stars light up outside
and think "****.
They cut my power again."
Our story is a love letter.
As long as I live,
I will write to you.
Maybe I can't sleep anymore
because my body
of not waking up.
I have few places
where I feel safe.
My car, passing through city stoplights
long after everyone has gone to bed.
A small shoe store with a big history,
when it's slow and the boss isn't there to kick me out.
My phone, when I have time
to **** around and pull up Internet memes.
And the thought
of a Someday
She falls in love wherever she goes
and loves people from their heads to their toes.
She'll love you to death, from beginning to end,
but the fact of it is, she can't stay
will begin with
Because I don't know
if I love myself
It will take a chisel
to chip away at the detailed designs,
and a hammer
to crack through the carefully laid bricks,
and a wrecking ball
to bust open the stone-cold fence
of doubt and insecurity
I got wall-to-wall around my soul.
After that, you'll need a passcode
and a fingerprint.
You ain't getting in, *****.
— The End —