"meticulosity" poems
i know your mirror is your guilty comfort
and your worst enemy
i know your fingertips brush the glass
as if it is to be worshipped
and to be feared
i know your eager mind craves a counting down of numbers
on the weighing scale, as if each kilogram
is a weight lifted off your chest
i know you can lose yourself in that labyrinth
of measuring tape and small waists and big expectations
of mirror shards and makeup and meticulosity
but do you know that
you are nature?
there is the night sky in your hair;
the moon, she dangles in the curve of your ears,
her constellations flung across your cheekbones
there is the sun in your skin, fire-gold and blinding bronze;
his warmth shines in your radiant smile,
his light dances in your honey-brown eyes
and the way you move, that is the forest, did you know?
sparrow wings shape your collarbones,
the fox lends you his easy charm
the deer gifts you her swift grace
so my dear,
remember you are more than measurements,
for you are from nature herself:
and no ordinary numbers can describe
the beauty of unparalleled creation
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
contradiction
con
tra
dic
tion
funny how many there are
in every aspect of life
except it isn’t
funny
at all
with a sunny day
there’s a stormy night
with a beautiful girl
there’s an ugly mind
with the blue water
there’s orange fire
with your long hair
there’s mine short
with your dark eyes
there are mine light
with your big smile
there’s my frown
with your extroversion
there’s my introversion
with your oblivity
there’s my meticulosity
with your whole heart
there’s my broken one
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC