My head is filled to the brim Packed brainstems Maybe that’s why I take you straight to heart Truths whispered and held in cupped hands Like butterflies, then released See where they land and the clarity they impart You words are vast galaxies Mystical, colorful imagery Like melted crayons pouring from the fount of your mouth Dripping into molds making wax elephants Heavy words trumpeting sentiments That I may never ever truly figure out Eyes that speak paragraphs upon chapters upon volumes Upon libraries And I am only a syllable in the commentary Fill the empty crevices of a heart once on fire Long since expired And give this charred thing new life, incendiary Make this full mind empty every bit but you Clear the queue So I might feast on more than these offerings of crumbs Minds will always be filled and filling And full But the the choice of what’s ingested is the rule of thumb
I don’t think I’ve written a poem that has stimulated my brain so much. This has my head spinning a bit. Hope you enjoy...
the last time i saw you your favorite colors surrounded your body like petals throw across the floor at the center of it lies you all i could do was hold you like the stem of rose trying to reattach those petals to a flower that was once whole
Twist the stem And I was scared As I got close to your name It landed on just that one letter That you write on every paper And letter and note Because you were the letter of my apple stem
I was told when I was younger “Twist a stem, that person will love you” But now I realize that if you plant a stem Nothing will grow from it but hope A twisted stem detached from the apple Means nothing but the fact That I love you
I thought that I could love you If my red apple told me so And I was right because I really do love you I eat apples until I’m sick and can’t stomach the thought of anymore But that means nothing with a twisted branch And all that’s left Is a broken apple stem
When I was younger, I was told that if you hold an apple and twist the stem while saying the alphabet, whichever letter the stem broke on would be your next true love. I was doing this with a friend today (even though we're almost 16) and I realized how silly it was for the thousandth time. I knew it was stupid and ridiculous, but I kept doing it, simply because of hope.