Wednesday, April 23, 2014

The pains of remembering

I believe my eyes knew
me so well yet
it's slipping past me now.
A laugh I once thought was
for a girl like me echoes down
an empty hallway.
A flashing image of the happy 
days with the people I owe
so much to; far too close, near
our spot.
A flashing image that was gone
far too soon.
I ran out of people,
and moments,
and dates,
and conversations to blame.
Since then, I blamed
the day for taking over
the night 
and shining light on everything
that should've stayed
hidden in the dark.
Now here I am, remembering
people and wishing we
had more time to learn every part
of each other.
A hundred poems written 
on anything,
hands,
walls,
desks and the pavement where 
we spent our late nights.
Three hours spent searching
and reading the poems 
that paint every part of a happy 
picture of people, now far away.
A lifetime spent
remembering
and regretting and reading a hundred
poems time & time again.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

x

The stitches inside me are
creating a reflection
in my eyes like a code no
one could decipher.
Veins like branches of a tree
on winter; weak and old,
they're dying either way.
She spoke words that kept
him awake through the night,
depriving him of what
he needed the most.
Silk-like skin and sun-bright eyes,
who knows what lies beneath?

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A twist in her being

She was a young woman,
poised and flexible.
She had flowers growing in her
rooted being yet she had them
pulled out by everyone around her.
Every night, the sky bled over as
she fidgets, waist-deep in thought of
her twisting sanity.
They believed she was
weird and beautiful. They loved everything
about her but she was blinded
by the lies other people spit in her eyes.
The kind of things that remind
you of the vast  ocean and the cloudy sky.
Her hair that glows magenta in the
sunlight and her angelic, contagious smile.
She wanted to be thought of.
Loved.
But every time people offered her what she
needed, she refused to believe.
Because maybe, she was waiting for her
flowers to grow again.
'Leave me be.' she said.