Tag: Poetry

They say a tree that never bends will break  And I would have, my love, If you hadn’t been the gentle wind nudging me in the right direction. A tongue tied yet you always knew what to say It’s like, my love,  We’ve broken every curse that binds us  So we could be bound to…

What is death but a blooming rose Red like the blood that froze In time In me Can’t you see We never vanish, But just like energy We transform For we are energy –  Everything yet nothing, Made of stardust and stone From a tender molecule That wasn’t left alone Why – might you ask?…

Wishes ResignedAugust 15, 2020, on losing a family member in the port explosion Where is the doctor to Eternal Sunshine me Sneak into my home and erase my memory Where was the hero who would’ve saved us all Must have flown right past us, watched the city fall Where do people really go when they…

Hair like rivers flowing, dark silk that won’t lie flat, rebellion against scorching fire. Skin the shade of sun-baked clay, the color of deserts with orchard at harvest undertones. A nose carved like a ridge of stone, molded against the wind – unmoved, rough, unsoftened. Eyes as deep as olives at harvest: bitter and dark,…

The sky blooms with clouds – round, soft, and purple,  Like cotton candy drifting in a dream. Green trees sway in the summer’s soft wind, Shedding whispers of leaves in their dance. Sunflowers lean against each other, Their touch tender, like two old lovers in the sun. The lake exhales into a steady silver pulse,…

I didn’t dip my toes— I dove… Headfirst,into blackwater cold. Where sound foldsand light forgets your name. I opened my chest like a wound,let salt flood the seams. Even the moon turned awaywhen I slippedunderneath. Down I sank—past jellybone dreams,through shipwrecked wantsand the bones of thingsthat once begged to be held. The pressure kissed me…

Maybe Icarus knew. Before his demise, his inevitable fall, maybe he knew that loving means sacrifice. Maybe he knew that if you wish to be free, if you wish to be loved, then you should be prepared to die a death more painful than atrophy.  What is falling from the sky in comparison to falling…

The smell of earth just after rain feels so new again and again; Each scent bestows fresh rebirth, Diffusing from raindrops tipping with mirth; I stroll on the unbothered turf near trees, Carefully contemplating, with my head low – I find The little stars of the day; I freeze – Amazed – Leaving all the…