Posts tagged ‘poem’

March 12, 2013

bright.

Somethings happens
when my hand catches
the right light
and the diamonds are all
aglitter.

I smile and sigh
and quietly thank God that
you chose me.

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January 29, 2013

dense cold.

The smell of stale air
chilled in this room
strikes my nose with a fierce force.

The way winter appears
at whatever time it chooses
will always leave me baffled,
scratching the dryness that
makes home in my hair.

And almost always
sniffling later.

December 12, 2012

winter.

I clench my jaw,
hoping to still the shake
in the remainder of my body,
a constant frightened shiver
that agonizes on without intervention.
Winter is waging in full force this morning,
temperatures at the bottom
and a matching wind to stab
at my stinging weak fingers.

We need to migrate for the winter,
somewhere the sun can thaw
my poor cold-leaden body.

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June 28, 2012

seems like summertime.

We laid under that cotton candy
blue sky for hours,
a million humid seconds
of my life, hovering around
with nothing but your words
to make them important.

Life wheeled around us.
People went to work,
came home and made themselves
forget that tomorrow
they would do the same.
Green grass grew slowly.
The sweet air that whispered
against my skin
made itself to you
then moved on again.

Something happened there
to our friendship
and it was more
than just the wind’s sass.

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June 5, 2012

6.5.12

Like silk on sandpaper
you soften me, slowly,
tracing over my rough patches
with a light determined diligence.
The hush of your breath
against my shivering cheek
sends rivets of relief
clear down to my fingers
and finally, I feel you.

That inked skin of yours
soothes mine in
all the right ways.

It’s here in the dark
that we have our
best conversations.

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April 21, 2012

sometime, it doesn’t matter.


I have a shuddering pain
that leaves me
blinking back tears
choking back words
holding onto a kind of anxious
that grounds me
and tells me to stay.

Slowly, it passes,
the calm circles
its way back
and sets itself in my lap again.
The colors return to normal
and smiles are easy.

But oh, that pain,

it is called worry.

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April 11, 2012

heated.

I have a little
fire inside

and

it’s best not
to fan
the flame.

April 3, 2012

paradise.

somewhere the wind blows warm
across sand so soft
it can’t be seen floating through the air
whispering to the happiness filling each second.

somewhere someone has no worries
no cares and no dreams
because the sunshine is
just enough dream by itself.

somewhere someplace
in a land far enough I can’t see
they don’t know about real life
and struggles and fights
and tears.

but, me, I like just where I am
with you.

March 28, 2012

chase.

Somewhere there is
a universe
waiting
on magic,

looking for us
to entangle
our arms
around it

and run.

March 21, 2012

wait awhile.

let’s stay in, me and you,
out of the rain
to hide from the gray
that weighs everything heavy
and makes anything happy
seem a little bit less.

hide with me all day.

there may not be any energy
left for anything else
but I’d rather use it all
loving you.

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March 16, 2012

bad dream.

I woke up, alert and aggressive
like the red hot anger melted
from my subconscious to my blood
with the widening of my eyes.

Her image was still fresh
and the questioning expression
was perfectly placed on her face
like she has been there only
to aggravate me into silence.

I hated her more then
than when I fell asleep
the night before.

March 6, 2012

five.

They are the hardest on me
and sweetest and most honest
and most protective.

I fit right in at 4th
and am good at the
little sister, big sister thing.
Old enough to know what’s good,
too young to care.

And they’re good at 1,2,3,5.

(Five. It’s a good number.)

We are our own
little exclusive group.
We are the
brothers and sisters.

March 1, 2012

such sweetness.

It was sweet and warm like vanilla,
heavy across your collarbones
and gently infused with all things of you.

It was a comfort when I cried
and breathed in your hugs.
It was just enough to know
you were always there,
like I could lie my head on that smell
the same as a pillow
to snuggle up and be safe.
It was always you there
wrapping me up in your tangy scent too.

One spritz made a million memories
and whenever I need a reminder,
I can smell my childhood
at the perfume counter.

February 27, 2012

recognizing.

They told me I would know.
I’d feel it.
I’d see it.
It would be right
when it was supposed to be.

Then there you were,

and everyone that came before you
was just practice for this moment.

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February 21, 2012

nerves.

As cruel as a blistered sunburn,
a stubbed toe,
an invisible paper cut,
tired eyes,
a nagging hangnail,
a banged funny bone,
a pulled muscle.

This is all of those things,
only worse.

February 16, 2012

on the road.

The first time I heard that song,
the yellow highway stripes were
holding a conversation with my mind,
blinking past faster than I could count
and lulling my eyes to heaviness.

Life was in my view,
home behind me

and the wind all around.

I was right between
who I was and
who I wanted to be

and all I could do was
try.

February 7, 2012

dare.

If I ever had to go
one night with knowing
your love wasn’t mine,

I’d never sleep,

and I hope the stars
would keep me company,

those sparkly little
bastards.

January 30, 2012

Late nights
and early mornings
I come home
and my clothes, my hair, my skin, my heart
all still smell of you.

My skin is still scratchy
from your rugged kisses
and your breath is still in my ear.

You are always all over me

And I never want
to wash it off.

January 17, 2012

headline.

Right there in black ink
across the top of seedy aged paper,
the kind that leaves black smears
on cheeks after fingertips
have soaked up all that truth,
were words that stopped my next breath
and shredded my heart into nothings.

Saturday night
took you away.

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January 6, 2012

1.6.12

The dark swam all around
gliding between our fingertips
with a silkiness of skin
and lingering on the shallow breath
held between your mouth and mine.

It saw more than we meant
but it is our good luck that
the night can’t tell secrets.

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November 22, 2011

morning light.

Every day I wake up
and think that today is the day
my life will change
And the wild will be loose.

Finally.

Morning will hit me softer
and comfort will kiss my eyelashes
before I even open them.
I am going to be who I never was before.

Today is the day.
Everyone else might wake
and be the same, but I,
I am going to be different.

One of these days
I am going to be right.

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November 15, 2011

questions for you, friend.

Where does that sort of alone come from? Where do such empty spots feed from? Thrive?

And where do you throw them away?

Because I’m hoping you’re almost done with this.

August 30, 2011

panic.

It slips over me
in the darkness
when sleep should be coming.

Those few thoughts
that open my eyes
and race my heart–
like how it felt
when I kissed your mouth.

I hang onto it
because I know
you’ll forget by morning
what was so important
about me.

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August 23, 2011

4.26.03

I can never get very far
away from that day
or the breath-taking panic

because everyday
I wake up still,

still.

August 9, 2011

high school summer.

The music played in the background
beating hard against the wall
before making its way to me.

Chairs sat in a circle all around
and all empty, except for that boy
who always had a way
of making me smile.

Some summer nights ended
with just the right touch
of sweet in its kiss.

And that was one of them.

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