Monday, March 30, 2015

Practice

And I know you know,
You didn’t need to know me,
To break me; to change me,
To be that thing to my heart that anchors me.

And I know you didn’t know me
But you spoke to me,
Like we’ve been best friends our whole lives.
I trusted you, and you used honesty.
You showed integrity
You showed me a side of me I’d never seen.
Told me to gleam,
Shot an arrow through my eyes, and taught me how to see.
There may not be some magic beans,
But that day, I screamed,
Knowing I would one day be freed.
You came to me.
Unknowingly;
Surrounding me
Teaching me
And I know that sounds like a lot.
But you taught me how to be me.

You said once,
“If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror”
You see, I have my better mirror always handy.
I know that there is a part of me that I can’t always see,
A part that people see inside of me.
And to me, that’s scary.
I asked your advice.
How to become great like you,
You taught me that practice is a virtue,
You said to write everyday,
And while I may not have followed your advice,
The more I wrote, the better I got.
The sweet sound of your music calms me,
As if the pacific had swallowed me.
Like it’s my last moment,
and the world went silent.

Your voice booms volumes,
Drowning out the others,
To assure we’re all heard
Your voice makes me weak

Across many bridges, you've helped me walk
No longer do I need to crawl,
You taught me that I’ll never jump,
Though sometimes I need to fall




Monday, March 9, 2015

Wonderland - revised

Life surrounds me; sounds confront me
Little do I hear trumpets sound
Likewise of many buzzing bees
Across the forest, I make rounds

Silence makes a pitter-patter
While a raindrop hits the wet grass
Natures lullaby quite dapper
As silence puts me in a trance

It’s eerie now, vastly unreal
Heart far above me, in the sky
A fantasy starts; my skin peels
Transformed I am a butterfly

Free of my cocoon, free to fly
This is my chance for a new life
Wings constricted, I wonder why
My feet won’t leave the ground; a knife

Still the trance overwhelms my heart
Trying eagerly to leave ground
Yearning to be long past this part
Despite lack of music; no sounds

My heart now understands and knows
Standing in the deafening quiet
My vast knowledge begins to show
Brain, heart and spirit in riot

I slowly lay my head back down
Again to wake; reality
To the dreary woods I do frown

There is no actuality

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Touch

Broken,
I let him touch me,
Glue together pieces of me
That have been shattered.
He is artful, glazing over my body
While I think of other things
I volunteered to be fixed
Though this glaze doesn’t work
It covers my body, making me shine,
But where is the glue? I think,
Why won’t this fix me?
I am still broken
Shiny as ever, though not fixed
I ponder
Will I ever feel whole again?

Regret

I see your hollow eyes sadden
Drooping from spilled secrets,
And aging from your stress.

I apologize
I never meant to hurt you
I didn’t want it to turn out this way


I see your hollow eyes sadden
Drooping from spilled secrets,
And aging from your stress.

Supernova

He kissed me like the stars kiss the sky
He Touched me like his fingers were the Milky Way
Our bodies a constellation

He kissed me like a shooting star
He touched me like I was the moon
Our bodies a black hole

He kissed me like a comet
He touched me like I was as delicate as Saturn’s rings
Our bodies a supernova