I feel the tide dragging me under. I’m asleep, the pillows soft, As the dream-water efficiently, Captures the movement of my breath, Trapping it, Like fisherman catch fish, They don’t intend to throw back, Into the sea. An old ache starts in my wrists, But it’s a familiar, friendly pain, It’s telling me my bodyContinue reading “Soft-pillows and Dream-tides”
I wore you outLike I was tired, still huntingFor the outI wore you outYour memory was taunting meUntil I gave you to the clouds Hear me out IWoreYouOut Like strings I played too hard, too fast, too many timesMy chest breathes in air like waterI feel like panicking when I knowYou’ve, been, inside of meContinue reading “I Wore You Out”
A slight, sugary burn, Coats the sides of my tongue. You know, the parts that lift up slightly, and push up against molars? It makes sense, I suppose, to feel an uptilt in the soft flesh, nestled between my teeth. Someone told me, just this week, ‘You have no control over a story, once it’sContinue reading “Act Two: a poem about feeling”
You didn’t curl your toes up, Next to mine. But you read Lovecraft, A beat out of time. I watched your curls, Silky and dry, Thought how nice it would be, If this were our house. I curled up so many times on your parents couch, Reading and wondering what it would be like, ToContinue reading “Reading Lovecraft”
I’m angry And it hurts me To swallow this whole A time for change But now I know I can’t stay here I can’t stay here I can’t stay this way. Blaming until the resentment Eats away Everything that was good. I’m angry And lost Voiceless, at a cost The words bubble up And rarelyContinue reading “Broken”
And if all these words were freeSkittering across a page-pondfull of strange creatures,punctuation marks, and full-stops,that might make them scaredto start or stop —Would they say pain, or play?
And the world Washed in moonlight Looks like home.
If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”
I think to myself, With the whirly-twirly madness of the world, With my forearms resting against sore ribs, With my head aching while I try to explain, How this feels — I think to myself: “But what if I’m wrong?” “But what if I’m right?” “What dreams can the dreamer girl drink tonight, to washContinue reading “Act One: a poem about thoughts”
Out loud, in the dark, I breathe out, The cloud you, Pushed, into my mouth. It sounds like love, But it tastes like dust, And now I can’t get it out — My mouth wraps round the wind as it howls, My mouth shouts out in mumbled sounds, It doesn’t taste right. Your love isContinue reading “Out Loud”