dee - Hello Poetry

dee Jul 8

Let my love be a lighthouse not a leash.
In silence I find clarity.
In an ocean that rations tenderness I chose to love fully;
in standing because I shall not drown.
I honor the confusion surrounding cowardice.
in liberation because finding the correct lenses to help you see clearly is senseless.
I am silenced
anchored.
restricted.
You are fear itself,
eating yourself whole
Because in your silence ego is more powerful than rejection.
Refusal that has no room in our lifetime.
You fear the narratives made by your declaratives.
In recalibration
In indecision
In soft invocation that anchors do not move unless the ocean calls them too.
In intuition, I observe
I shake the water down to the sea floor
where everything hidden is now bare.
In declaration,
I know everything you feel
In realization you may come to find;
that alignment takes time
Let my love be a lighthouse
In presence and you’ll learn to come correct
In reflection.
In strength.
In truth.
In silence.

by the time it clicks I’ll be gone :)

#love #truth #world #poem #silence #lighthouse

dee Jun 30

Virtuosity.

You are indeed art.
Something I can not add on to
due to you already wielding the energy
that is so deathly breathtaking.
My eyes stretch to see as far as your soul.
I’ll never get close enough to touch the colors that perfectly line into your being.
It’s more than awareness of your existence.
nothing is perfect
but what soothed me was your completeness.
You are whole.
He is art.
The only thing to depict you, for art is the only thing I can love from a distance and now so are you.
You are indeed art.
From possession to perception.
Commitment to acceptance.
Grasping to gazing.
Wholeness. Admiration. Art.

goodbye

#art #colors #love #soul

dee Jun 11

Aura

Dejection holds same weight as an arrow the second it is pierced into the heart.
Before the restricted movement there’s a pause
of uncertainty.
Doubt.
Oscillation comes into play as I fluctuate between fear and acceptance.
I hold my tongue to prevaricate what is already bleeding from my chest.
I yearned for you how flesh craves
to knit itself over a wound.
Ungrateful, I’ll always be.
Mercy was never an option, an arrow to the heart.
Dejection—directly to the chest.
Shall he never know I still bleed for all the right reasons.
For all the reasons I bleed for you.

#bleed

dee Jun 4

051425

And if your eyes were daisies
I’d drift off into a dream like state,
staring in hopes of blooming a new world in your gaze, off the reflection of mine.

I hope you don’t leave

#love

dee Jun 4

Eight Of Swords.

I’m a human library.
My heart is single page with one bleeding word.
An empty carcass pervaded by nothing but
shelves and books.
Cut me in half, letters shall pour out.
Calligrams in my fingertips.
My eyes spell a p o l o g e t i c, in advance to the librarian tasked with decoding my being,
Death by literature, cursive written fate.
I’m a human library.
My brain misspells the word love on purpose
It always only finds the characters that spell your name,
as if it was the only way I was taught.
I used my fingers to write memories in every
system I could comprehend.
I understood what it meant to be a library.
A walking poem.
A talking blue ink pen.
I have touched every pain-cured wall
in this museum,
so ask me anything about him, the pages to my mind will unfold
and you will be filled with the same knowledge
As that of a librarian that used to work in a morgue.

somebody loves me

#library #words #pages #soul #death

dee Jun 3

****** Summer.

April didn't speed by like February.
The days stretched into each other
manually reconstructing all the courage saved up
for May.
June stopped and waited, making sure I felt everything from the years before.
Every second coated in sorrow,
every timeless memory felt wasted.
I drag grief by my ankles
A trail of sentimentality that can not be cleaned
An energy that disrupts earth’s orbit.
I have no choice but to keep going forward.
July will be easier.
I’ll pause and sit in reflection of you
I’ll tell the stars not to scream your name
Summer will be just a season; not just three months without you plus more to come.

#june

dee May 22

Stitched Sorrows

There’s letters stitched on each and every bud of my tongue.
I lured the thread from each hole to forge up
words that are only free to waltz inside of me.
So when they hit your ears
I expected your eyes to feed my need of resonance.
your heart to thump to each syllable I’m able to pour out.
I received silence which is familiar
because in it there is no rejection
until now.

bit off more than I could chew

#love