"unfamiliarly" poems
I could never get her off of my brain.
Off of my rocker
I must be
Or just awfully insane.
I can't pretend that I'm not.
I had a dream
Where everything was so regular.
I saw clearly
Felt the warm breeze near me
Nearly
Lost myself
Unfamiliarly in bliss.
The sweet kiss
Touch of her lips.
It felt amiss.
So I roll over hoping to slip
My hands on her hips
-Switch-
Back to reality.
Gripping the cold side of the pillow.
Weeping
No willow
To shade me from the storm
The clouds upon
Me.
Sleep.
My worst enemy.
Evil thoughts of good times
Erroneous pleasantries.
Awake to realize that it was just the deceit.
Of my mind and my heart
But I'll just blame it all on sleep
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
i never really knew nonchalance
until approximately twenty minutes into ever
having had the pleasure
of your existence
alongside mine.
"i'll have to teach you how to surf"
you mentioned casually, sounding perfectly genuine-
which alone was enough to startle me
knowing you were leaving the country
before the water would ever be warm enough
the far rockaways?
my mind's eye gave a grimace and half a laugh at the thought-
but my affections were melting through your fingers.
you stopped us abruptly on the sidewalk,
halted all conversation
and crept up
(as if you had a hundred times)
on to some random brooklyn woman's stoop
and ripped a few leaves off of one of her plants.
i stood idle, feeling warmer suddenly,
trying to disguise any semi-shocked expression i may or may not have emoted..
and watched as you returned
with the most unmistakable grin
and two sleepy little leaves in your palm.
without hesitation you began chewing on one,
while handing me mine
and i listened as you detailed the experience with an ecstatic moan of pleasure.
"mint?"
i knew it was a mint leaf,
obviously, somehow
but still asked anyway
i don't remember if you confirmed,
feeling so bewildered by the strange glowing glory of you
but i ate it obediently,
as if it were naturally in my personality
to never question eating an unfamiliar plant
from the unfamiliar hand of a man
whom i was most unfamiliarly falling in love with.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
I see lines of you in the silhouettes of the scurf of a world without you
I hear your voice calling my name:
In empty hallways,
Serenades,
And odes written on deathbeds,
Declaring that your final words should "I love you"
And as I lie dow unfamiliarly in a bed without you,
I curl up and imagine that you are here,
And as I drive back to you-- home, across dark landscapes,
The headlights of the oncoming traffic reflect off my glasses and beam through dark air,
And your voice calls my name one final time in the lonely hotel room behind me
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I tell you My body aches to leave this room, see what is beyond these four striped walls.
You say that all I need is in here, there’s no reason to go
.
I tell you I feel like a bird in a cage, let me out so I may sing
.
You say my voice sounds fine in here, so sing on.
I tell you my eyes are turning to dust from whirling around in circles trying to find something unfamiliarly new.
You say stop rolling your eyes
.
I tell you my limbs feel heavy attached to me, that my shoulders can not bear the weight of my discombobulated thoughts anymore.
You say then solve the puzzle.
I tell you I need to remove a piece of the puzzle for it to be complete.
You say then remove it and move on
.
I gently open the door and see past the four striped walls.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Falling .
You are light ,
Very light
You thought you wouldn't ,
but you did
Signed up for change, for chance
Cautiously placed your trust
Into what is yet to unfold
And the emptiness that was in your heart
Is now filled
Filled with lightness
Weightless warm space
You are free ,
and unfamiliarly well
For we are One
Beyond impression of separation
And the energy of unconditional love
Even given outwards
Is generated from core
Thus loving another
Ignites the love of Self
You thought you'd never give in
But it just seems more freeing now
To surrender, as opposed to resisting
And so you fall
Because there was never anything holding you back in the first place
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw
You rub your eyes til I go blind
I failed the grade, unfamiliarly
The black goat came to stay,
In this place no one dared to witness
I stood on both sides of that old barn door
This is my one move to you,
This is violence, my own owed servitude
Blank check devotion
Black eyes gleaming with rage
Total darkness of a well
Tearing down what light had built
In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk
Forget this admission
It serves but one
Never come back, you
Run run run
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
My eyes have always been open
Open to where I am
Open to who I am with
Open to the flows of the world,
Flows that I could never fully comprehend,
The complexities dance in front of my eyes
Mirrored in my mind
Filling it with swirling thoughts;
Never fully sunken in, and yet seen
Unseeingly.
Flows that I cannot comprehend
Continue to surround me
No matter how many flows etch into my flesh
Eyes open, mind overflowing.
The love that stares me in the face
Seen
Unfamiliarly familiar
Unseeingly
Irreplicable in my heart
Swirls endlessly in my thoughts
In and out of consciousness
It was never etched into my flesh.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
her heart beat at an unfamiliarly fast speed
as she picked the small container
up off of her nightstand
hot tears raced down her face
as if they were racing to reach
the finish line of her shirt collar
as if it were a life or death competition
they poured down in long, hot drops
and she tried to wipe them away
but it was useless
everytime she wiped a bunch
of tears from under her eyes
a new bunch would form
and continue the competition
her soft, sunkissed hands
trembled with the container in them
she lifted it up to eyelevel with her
but even then the thick stream of tears
blocked her vision
and she could only make out
the faint colors of the container
without a second thought
she inhaled one final breath
and shut her eyes
the white bottle cap
twisted open in her hands
and little pale pills
trickled down her throat
her heart beat at an unfamiliarly slow speed
and she went out with a small thud
and a smile gracing her face
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC