I was born in a rose field-
taught that the world was made of thorns, and to live was to pierce the soles of my feet. so I remove my shoes and dig my toes into the ground- I’d rather scar than be sheltered I was raised in a wildfire- taught that words were made of flames, and to speak was to blister the buds of my tongue so I coat my throat with gasoline and swallow down a match- I’d rather burn than be silent
the air parts like the Red Sea
so a spaceship can soar, even as the world drags it down. she breaks orbit to release the earth. she is now free to float, and the universe guides her.
Escapril Day 27! Prompt: the astronaut.
I think this poem could have many meanings. What do you think of when you read this poem?
You can see the moon
as well as I from where you are. Perhaps I can stretch my arm up to the wandering crescent and grasp it firmly to swing myself across the meager gulf. I'll lightly drop into the lap of your land before the moonlit vision of your loveliness.
I reached into my chest
To free these sutures of moonglade Reaching deep into the pulse That is sinking into this still water My boat, tethered to my hands Cuts its ties, taking this heart Deep into the moonlit sea
What has become of us?
I did not wish this end. Praying on a better ending, just somethin', so we'll stop pretending. I've left alone reminiscing. Pulling you more to me, But now, you wanted to be free. Time has come for us to fall, And now you've built a wall.
oh the freedom in being
the happiness that unfolds I release it all I release the tightness in my hands I release the tension in my jaw I release the breath I’ve been choking back I release it all oh the joy in being the relief that follows I release it all I release the creases in my face I release the tears in the trenches of my soul I release the smile I’ve been punishing oh to be to breathe to stretch to smile oh to simply be
This is my personal poem to you,
One that I will keep private and new. You have helped set me free, In a way I never thought could be. You showed me simple things that mean a lot, I won't let the darkness have a hold, I cannot. You've helped show me I can fight this life, You've helped show me I can go without the knife. You've let me see the person I can be, You've let me grow so I won't drown in the sea. I thank you for the simple things you've done, You've shown me this battle can be won.
Shaking the grains
of salt like rain over my fries I bite into a burger of my free order and find a sizzling fly You may laugh but it’s a little rough when dandruff is white icing on a blueberry pie A free meal is a risky deal and I tell you no lie once I found there a metre hair I choke and nearly die I pull up to the counter complain to the waiter who couldn’t give a jack just a dingy diner at the mall with free meals and worse of all you can’t ask for money back
free things come at a cost