Tag: poetry

resurrection

we’re more than what people think

when they see us together

you are the music to my poems

the rhythm to my soul

apart, we’re beautiful

together, we’re magical

i saw my dreams within your eyes

i found a home in your embrace

i felt the love i thought was gone

i touched the intangible

you colored my world with sunshine

painted stars in darkened alleys

for it was all black and grey before

for it was all meaningless and boring.

you cracked the code,

found your way to a heart

i swore was missing

emptied my world,

of loneliness and anguish

and filled it with joy,

happiness and a calm

i thought didn’t exist

you resurrected me.

December

i am learning to be kind to myself. it’s me against myself nobody else. that is what determines my soul’s wealth. falling apart, i was falling apart remember? but i picked myself up and put myself back together. my heart is like the weather of december. hard and solid as a rock. it’s got to be like that to protect the soft spots. my core is so soft. only a few can tell you that. cause there’s only a few that get close enough to see through the cracks.

but if this is our novel then flip to the middle. where you find me in night time car rides, where i let my eyes follow the streetlights, skip from one lamp to the next, but we drive too quickly for my eyes to ever land. so i settle on the gaps between them, the snippets of sky contained by streetlight divisions and telephone poles. i find you in the spaces between blurred lines. where i form you from pitch black. trace you from constellations until i remember what you look like. my eyes blur, so i close them on the way home.

Anxiety

therapy. a refuge of my being.

a place where my mind acts as inkblots

only i can see.

i lay down or write, most times i don’t speak.

i’m scared that i’ll mumble faster, than i can think.

A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

anxiety

intense, excessive, and persistent fear

about everyday situations.

ignored because of its familiarity

abused because of its formality

no inconvenience is a minor inconvenience.