he asked: "why do people write poetry
when they can just talk with words " she replied: "even with words they cant understand but in poetry I can just say I am drowning in the air and be understood"
I wish every bump in the road
Was a towering alp Face lit by the sun From basement to scalp Should each crack on the asphalt Become deep fissured cleft I wouldn’t care much Or feel particularly bereft If the train should pass Across the tracks on our way My hand could stay in yours While we wait the delay Anything to keep you From leaving much too soon Another hour, minute, second Just a handful or teaspoon
This poem is about driving someone you love to the airport before they go away for a long time.
Alone in a crowd
All heads bowed to pray I said all the words the preacher said to say I followed the rules Tried to stay in the lines that were drawn for me I couldn’t question why but I’m all out of faith don’t think I can stay here with you don’t where to go don’t think I can know what’s really true Alone in a crowd among a thousand faces all wearing a mask tryin’ their best to fake it Just follow the rules and stay in the lines don’t let ‘em see you breaking and don’t you dare cry but I’m all out faith don’t think I can play at this no more don’t know what to do don’t know what I’m even praying for I want to know your hear me I’m so ******* scared that all that I’ve believed in was never really there Did I really know you loved me was I just puttin’ on airs oh please just ******* say something, God I want to believe you’re there Alone in my room left with my tears I read that you catch them and treasure them dear Do my cries matter to you these words that I pray I’ve got nothing left, Jesus Please don’t go away
(Language warning) this is to all the kids who grew up in a church that they came to feel as though they no longer belonged in.
My home sits atop a lonely wave
Basking in the sun My home of flora and sturdy nave Of which I am a nun Lilies grow in white quartets Jasmine from every crevice Spiders sew their thoughtful nets Dust on every surface Here my pilgrimage ends At the waistline of the coast The lemons that became my friends Will now observe my ghost
when every unsaid is spoken
you lose that light in your eye where the carefully carried is broken and the boundless could be untied when every apology is a memory that forges forgiveness like a yoke we forget to laugh ourselves freely and every lie becomes a joke our feet are forced for parting on a path paved for pain the bend behind dissolving even, if we desired to turn around again.
Every time someone leaves me
it feels like they’ve taken a dagger straight to my heart It isn’t a fast motion but slow and painful The suffering prolonged. It isn’t made out of metal, but wood When it’s pulled out of my body Each time, they leave behind pieces of themselves, splinters I wonder how many I’ve collected? Im sure by now I can create a dagger if my own.
before someone else... is hard a tug-of-war on heartstrings between a love, and a life that nurtures it Choose yourself for them and if they love you, they will wait for you Just as you'll return after working towards them