My therapy in crappy poetry.
I often use periods and lowercase letters purposefully and inappropriately. My favorite color is green, and I love rainy days.
When my mind was small,
I thought of simple things
Boys, the colors of the sky
The music of my age.
But, it grew into a thing
Thinking, constant, everything
Flowing, fretting at the strings
Of grown-up melodies.
Now, the songs stopped
With the time, of knowing
Needing more to life, and
Sounds I hear, combusting
In the chaos of my ears-
I think back, to plainer days
Simple, young, decisive ways
Reminiscing to the wall
From when my mind was small.
This foolish one
Saw shadows fall
From light
That brought relief
From rain, from pain.
The cynics
Are never right,
But the dreamers are
Always, always
Heading left.
And I was going north,
‘Til this storm
Swept me away.
They say they found the answers
To the questions of all men
They say found the framework
And the code it’s written in
But they’ll never find the meaning
In the theories they imply
Cause the answer doesn’t come
From all the people guessing why
Our minds can’t quantify it
Only pieces, can we see
The order can’t be wished away
These patterns, still will be
So if you have the answers,
I would have to pry
Could you answer just one more,
And tell me, this one: “Why?”
I want to find a way
To tell you
To announce it
In no uncertain way
Without being obvious
Or resentful
You should know
I am better
Than you knew
I grew, I overcame
I’m stronger, too
I no longer crave
Your validation,
My vindication
I’m a woman, now
With full breasts
And skeptic eyes
And now, I see
Straight through
Your colored lies.
We, the flowers
Waiting for moments
To be admired in vases
On sunlit windowsills
There, to shine
Until stems dry-up
And petals wilt-
The unavoidable cost
Of admiration, and
Leaving roots behind
To bloom, to fade, to die.
this game is getting
fuller, yet, i feel it
in the air, we are
treading in the water
where folks drown,
for being there.
to say you were
right, would be like
saying that the world
wasn’t flat, or the
sky was only infinite.
there will be
none of that.
i will just pretend,
while the walls
are closing in,
that you left because
of reasons that
are far beyond
my grasp.
Sun-kissed skin,
Warm, and tanned
Sparks a flame
In my cool heart.
Sun keeps rising
Past the plan
I had planned
In the cool dark.
Summer’s coming
Feel the burn
See the Ice-
Queen melt away
Didn’t know
About this need
To stop, concede
To a new start.
you were the last one
i wanted to dream of
i wanted to wake with
your name on my tongue
but you put the heat on
when not even waking
when sleeping miles away
next to your new one
you were the last one
i wanted to think of
i wanted to feel love
inside of my head
but once, we did go there
forever burned in air
that history, lost to
the present instead.
A strike inside
From words that I
Read, meaningless
Myself, and mine.
I have no right
To question why’s
Of secrets left
Between the lines.
She will be
All that you dreamed
A strike inside-
My suffering.
The orange moon
Rises like a dream
Venus and Jupiter
Are paired with her, tonight
Often, she appears
Without ever being seen-
These city lights are
All too good at
Clouding up our eyes.
No, wait , I lied
Life is better by your side
Your heartbeat, bounding
Through your skin
I count all of the sins we did,
And, then, we fall asleep
I wake up in your dreams
It’s better, to be true
Because, I am in love
With you.
I felt it,
Sweet release
All the chains
Fell to my feet
For a moment,
I could fly-
Like the sparrow
In the sky.
This is it.
What we dream of.
Moments we should
Absorb, and burn
In pieces of our mind,
Where they’re forever
Hard to find.
Moments to validate
At parking booths,
And save like tokens
I’m books, with pages
That faded gray
With age.
But yet it feels
Just like a moment,
Like all those
Other moments,
So I can’t help
But to think
That all that
Waiting
Was in vain.
