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triztessa Jan 3
How can I miss you but I haven't met you yet
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet

I've seen your eyes through glass lenses
I want to reach you but you're away
Gone for hours, I could hear it all dissolve
Into your world
But I haven't met you yet

You said your best wishes
I can feel your desire
I can only pretend to hold you
as if you're nearby
But I haven't met you yet
So I say my goodbyes

I miss you
as if you're away
I miss the feeling of wanting to stay
  Dec 2019 triztessa
Mike Essig
THE MOMENT**

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
We own nothing...
triztessa Nov 2019
I need you out of my periphery
My dear
Sometimes you're all I see
You're behind the steering wheel
And I'm playing your songs

I'm gleaming as I pace ahead
Just a nod and I'm dead
My dear
I need you
I need you out of my periphery

I'm sending out lines
To make you see
But it's all a blur
And I'm playing your songs
As you steer clear
Away from me
As I pace ahead
You're nowhere near

You're all I see
My dear
All I see is clear
You want out
You're out of my periphery
triztessa Oct 2019
We aren't,
after all,
objects
you fit into
the shape of your
wants and needs or
whatever kind of life
you lead us
and you turn me
like a marvel
like a caveman
discovering
this light
and then you switch

I am not the type
I am not the end of the game
I am not the comfort

You seek.
triztessa Jul 2019
My dear old friend
who wants to come home
to find new old things
to come home to

You will find that home is within you

When you need a hand,
a warmth,
an embrace,
the dusk will settle in on us
we will find
comfort,
loving,
kindness,
and we will find
there will be no need
to come
find each other

The dust settles as I lay
my head
on the pillow
I remember
and tomorrow
I forget.
triztessa Feb 2019
Sullen eyes that seek comfort
after a bout of worrying
and churning stomachs
days on end without medicine
supplies are only for the few

They come and go
while the man behind the table
waits for a minute to rest
coming home without sleep
pushing the old wheel of life

The vulnerable and disconcerted
may rest on their arched backs
hanging on to nothing
but spare change to their names

The mortal life only seeks to be saved
triztessa Jan 2019
Someday we will get up from this mess
of stirred blankets and soiled laundry
living on piles of boxes and untouched documents
old unworn garments hanging on the curtain rod

The stench of manure and the old man’s unkept
bags carried over last night’s binge and false beliefs
with evidence of old computer notes
to pretend he’s making money
will someday be a memory

Baking tools and sundresses
will finally make it on today’s to do lists
black circles will not be hidden because
we were not made to be pulled apart like dolls

When the time comes
birds and the sound of leaves falling,
the loud bang of the overripe fruit atop
our heads echoing through the roof
like the sound of nature telling us

We are not frail for walking
on steel bridges bare foot
waiting for rain to fall
like dancing

Strongly the grip of the earth
and winds churning about this house
led us to these sights we cannot ignore
to leave this place
to start new maps with bare hands
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