#dearjohn
You love me.
I don't love you.
Now I love you.
And I don't tell because you love her.
I hide my feelings.
And he is still loved.
I am alone.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
Dear John,
All my poems are addressed to no one,
And no thing.
You see, I’ve been trying to braid scenes, create spaces,
To hide and for you to seek. A sanctuary, a sin.
We could dream of fortresses,
places to protect us
From the worst of all: ourselves.
But we are here, in this city,
And your mouth is a sky,
Setting, leaving words black.
Every dream is on water,
And every morning, I wake up sinking.
In my dreams are ships, are sinking,
Are floods of skies and no rain,
Are jungles dry and thick and my finger on the trigger
Of a camera, imagining a frame to fit everything in
Side. And outside, car rides on roads closest to the
milky way. Bells do not chime in America, only horns, only
a billion birds fly but have you ever caught one in your hands?
Do you unravel yourself before falling to bed, but only dream in your sleep?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Soft s
Hard z
Warring names
Like warring nations
Soldiers in and out of filled
Train stations.
Letters March
Up and down
Filling pages of
Notebooks bought brown
Math was a bite and a bore
English is her light and her lore
She never wrote love stories out loud
Because a twice uttered spell could cause her to drown
Deep in a sea of serpentine slopes
That the people called loves, dreams and hopes
But she did color with her mind
A clouded sky
Steeped full of orange and pink painted chai
The cup was bitter but sweet
A chance for two lovers to meet
Select all; delete
Now he is gone before she could sleep
Slumber is simple
Unless you are on watch
Watching your watch for another
To stand notching his clock
Never Relieved of duty
her names never ceased fire
The letters are looting
Abased of greed they get their fill
Filled full of slumber and pills
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC