In a house of screaming children, I thought of you. Our quiet nights, Of watching movies, Or playing games. In the same house, Full of names I struggled to remember, As I grappled with the guilt, Tried to hide the fact, Looked for an opportunity, To learn what I should already know, I thought of … Continue reading You
How fragile we are
I dreamt you no longer wanted me That you had cast me to the side I dreamt your heart had turned away And left me out to dry. You fled without a word Not so much as a trace You would not bother to hear it Nor look upon my face. There was no explanation … Continue reading How fragile we are
Their bones were buried there
Our bones are buried In places holy Places that hold meaning As names lose feeling And feelings die Like all things to time And like our lives lead To places buried Until we are bones In places holy Wholly meant To hold our meaning Before the feelings And names are forgot Like all things in … Continue reading Their bones were buried there
You might have saved me
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
Holding On
I cannot fathom letting go From the hold that I have made. I cannot let myself imagine What it is to fall. But when it takes every single bit, Every last drop of will, And when my bones ache, Skin rips, Nerves burn, Tendons scream . . . My grip loosens.
Have Your Heart
How often Did you harden your heart, And turn from the pain, When bearing the weight Became too great? ~ How many times Did you cast aside A piece of yourself, And leave it behind, Just to keep moving? ~ How many endings Did you cauterize? How many crossings Have you set aflame? Just to … Continue reading Have Your Heart
Again, Again (a poem)
Tread from one room to the next, The cold seeps up through bare feet, Wrap myself in a blanket of numb, And crave the promises of lost sleep. ~ While misfortunes fall in piles, Mangled for conveniences, I pace under portals and over tiles, Mill my back teeth to pieces. ~ All this time I … Continue reading Again, Again (a poem)
Fantasy (a poem)
I often fantasize about letting go, to be one who can leave the act, and carry through. I often fantasize about running away from all the places sharp to the touch, from all the people who take too much. I often fantasize about the way out where no eyes see blinking although they may still … Continue reading Fantasy (a poem)
and I have never really admitted that before (confession)
I may send a warm smile, so you don’t have to see it. I might stare off listless, so you don’t have to see it. I tend to sign off early, so you don’t have to see it. I pretend to sleep normally, so you don’t have to see it. I laugh and joke with … Continue reading and I have never really admitted that before (confession)
Of Course (a poem)
and just like that, they killed the little joy you tried to hold on to.
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