Poetry

This Is Us

This is us, darling
Whether you accept it or not
This is who we are
Lost in this entropic existence
We stumbled upon one another
In each other, we saw ourselves
The reflection was too much
Too real
Too invasive
You shattered the mirror and ran
Because you’re not ready to see you
In turn, you shattered me
But I cannot see me without you
Our love was for a reason
You hide in your denial
Here I am in plain sight
Within grasp
Waiting for you
To not fear your own reflection
To not fear me


It occurred to me as I wrote this that it could be interpreted a number of ways, as poetry often is. What’s your interpretation? I’m curious and I also want to reconnect with my WP family. I’ve been missing… Not in action. Just missing.

Poetry

Raven

I try to put my thoughts to bed
But they are hyper
Girded for battle
Bloodthirsty
Bury the hatchet, they say
I could bury it in my own brain
Attempt to silence the madness
Hide my carcass and insanity behind walls
But, the heartbeat lives on
The tick of intrusiveness never ceases
It gives me away
Shake it off, they say
But, I’m not Swift
The hurts are not so easy to forget
They linger, laugh at death
They are reborn again and again
When I’m awake
And in my dreams
I wish the Raven gone
But it implores to be heard
Over and over again
Must I endure its piercing eyes?
Must I never forget?
Oh, how I wish I could

Poetry

Awake, Part 22

You too, old friend?
Have you also come to torment my dreams?
In them, we embrace
Cry over lost time
Then, I wake
Realize you’re still gone
Cry over lost time
Cry over old times
Cry knowing there’ll be no more time
The Ides of March approach…
But my dreams lie
You will not be here
Either to love me or kill me
You would not be so kind
Still I fear what is to come
I fear knowing nothing more
Than waking up alone
With only the false comforts
Of my traitorous dreams

Poetry

Dry

I remember the way
Your fingers felt on my lips
How they tasted on my tongue
How they crept down my skin
I was moist from both me and you
It was sensual, scintillating…
Now I am dry, barren inside and out
All I feel is the cool air
And hear your name on the wind

Poetry

Untitled…

If I could be
Half of what you think I am
I could fly to the moon
It may be that I am
All that you see in me
But I’m too in my head
To see my own glory
I think you’re all that I have
I think without you
I don’t stand a chance
The truth is
I haven’t learned to love me
How can I really love you
When I haven’t learned to be me?

Poetry

In the Wash

Your arm is draped around my waist
We’re locked causally together
In the calm after the fervor
Our gazes are locked in silence
There are stories in your eyes
I try to pull them from within
Attempt to know the real you
Can’t we just have this?
An eternal perfect moment
Naked bodies
Naked souls
Naked thoughts
Before the morning comes
And in the first morning rays
We retreat
We are shy
Our thoughts take over
We talk ourselves out of love
Only the sheets can tell our tale
Of a night of ferocity
That will soon be forgotten in the wash

Poetry

Groundhog Day

If I could relive one day over and over
It would be the last day I was with you
If I could have one moment again
It would be that last moment I had with you
When there were no shadows to be seen
Everyday would end with your kiss
An all encompassing happiness
I wouldn’t know it would be the last
I wouldn’t know how fleeting love can be
I wouldn’t know that I wouldn’t know you again
The smile of ignorance would still be upon me
With the promise of spring on the horizon

Poetry

The Three Cs

I’m tired of being a secret
A long hidden diamond
Bloodied by your misuse
What I thought a careful caress
Are your smeared fingerprints
Made with my essence
You cut me deep
Dulled my color
Robbed me of clarity
Mounted me on a pedestal
Where you could make me look small
As I, childlike, clung to your finger
On the hand you hide in your back pocket
But, I caught a glimpse of the light
Of the others you show off like trophies
The ones you eventually throw away
Because none of them match what I was
Before you got ahold of me
I realized finally
I have to leave you behind
I constrict until your finger swells and breaks
This is my moment to be coveted
Like the precious gem I am
You are less without me
But, I am less with you

Poetry

Thunderstorms

Thunderstorms
Raging in the dark before dawn
Put off the coming of the sun
In the clouds is my real self
I can hide here
Cry camouflaged tears
Inevitably, though, angry skies dissipate
My secrets cannot be seen
I force my soul into submission
Wrangle my visible shell into a sunburst
Aglow with the lie
Until I’ve become something
That to the naked eye
Tainted by blues and yellows
Is right as rain

Poetry

Ashes, Part 4

Buried in ash
Unrecognizable to you
Even more to myself
The phoenixes rise around me
Imagine the fire
Their light is too bright
Too full of meaning
Resplendent reminders of my shortcomings
I burrow deeper in shadow
As wings beat down my soft, shy song
Fear takes over
With it the notion
That my beauty will never be seen
Hidden away until I fade away
I will never rise from ashes
I am unknown