Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
T Apr 16
This one’s about love;
The way your mother loves you before you’re born
Your heartbeat alone enough to earn it
This one’s about birthday parties
and the time she realized she wasn’t perfect

This one’s about how proud she was to watch you grow
until you began to think for yourself
and learned to say no

This one’s about the seed
The time you were strong enough to hold your own when she lashed out
The first time she wished you’d never been born – out loud

This one’s about the last time you walked away
and the poetry you left behind that she didn't understand
How she chewed it up and spit it out and called your tongue a weapon

This one’s about the time that passed while you were gone
Everything you swept under the rug
and swallowed so that you could come home for Christmas

This one’s about the way she stopped looking you in the eye
and the way, one day, she stopped looking at you

The way she drove you out
and cut the cord
and wedged a blade between you and your father
because he loved you like you were the moon
and she she couldn’t stand it

This one’s about love
and the love that hurt the most
T Apr 16
Full moon, my heart was full
Silos, memories, wait for next year to sow
Season by season, I learned how the wind blew
And how to keep my own toes from freezing
I memorized your lines, cracked your hard shell open to the sky
You said it was the first time your thirst was quenched
You were stubborn and impatient, but I saw your edges start to green
I was so in love with the flowers I didn’t feel your thorns in my side
Until they were so tightly wrapped around my stalk that I couldn't breathe
And when the harvest came you were green and I was blue
T Dec 2019
Do not fear, my dawn, open your heavy cloak
Dismantle your darkness and let me in
I have reconciled the kingdom of my heart
and I am kneeling to the greater power at be
Will you bow your head with me?
Will you set your sun?
Will you unveil the stars behind your eyes and stand with me in awe of the mystery that surrounds us?
Let us bask in the omniscient harmony of syncopated stardust symphonies
I will unflinchingly embrace your daybreak, unarmed
T Dec 2019
What is the balance between tolerance and temperance?
Between what we want and what we need?
Certainty and doubt?
We all waiver
When instead
We should close our eyes
Tilt our heads back
And swing
Until we are undoubtedly beckoned to leap
T Dec 2019
I choose to draw the veil this morning
Drapery of pleated needlessness shields my heart with disenchantment
This full-rimmed moon taunts me with the truth
so I grind the fabric between my teeth
and make myself a promise
I will not feel sadness, anger, nor reprise
I would rather, this time, for a long while, be empty
because I need time to become as the moon is now.
T Dec 2019
The feeling of freedom
is just as fleeting
as the time we had
but it returns
in flickering bursts of bright flavor
that I swish around my mouth
and lick from the corners of my lips
to remember
the remnants
what it felt like
to be free
and loved
by you
T Dec 2019
Maybe one day
there will be stained glass where there are wounds --
strawberry-dusted pictures of our story;
of the great mysteries that led us through self-transformation
and the lonely, crooked paths that kissed our feet
Maybe one day
We will call the same place home
and laugh as children do
and kiss as wretchedly as I know we can
Maybe one day you'll unlock the door
but I'll feed you light through the keyhole until then
I will wait
Take my time becoming
so that one day we can meet in the middle
on top of that tower you dreamt about
Next page