I think you know me
Until
You read my poetry
And then I realize
That you don’t know me at all
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Heart to my Head
Hey you,
Up there,
Yea you,
Don’t look away,
It won’t work.
I see everything
That’s right,
You think about it
Up there,
But you feel it
Down here.
I control if a thought
Lingers with ache
Or washes over you
With joy.
I’m the key to your
Moral compass,
Always a pulse away
From empathy
Or dissociation.
I don’t always get
Things right,
But I’m usually on beat.
You can argue
Any case,
I am always
The jury,
But I know
What you can live with.
I’m a diary that
Doesn’t need to be written,
But I’m what puts the soul
In your poetry.
It’s not a contest,
Your cinematic imagery
Works in harmony
With my vibes,
Elevating their weight.
So don’t forget
I’m here,
When it’s hard,
I’m not being cruel,
But I know what
You need
To be you.
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almost there
365 days
maybe then i can rest
maybe then i can live
but mostly
i’m just learning
how to be ok with me
so i can be ok for you
almost there.
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Backlash
You have disappeared for a time,
making me see what life
is like with out you,
and I like it.
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For Her
My lord,
I’m praying again.
You must be tired of my voice
But please,
I wouldn’t waste your time,
It is for her.
These prayers are all I have,
I’m getting lost trying to help,
Please.
You could bring her so much comfort,
So strong and positive,
She will use every last breath to fight,
But hasn’t she fought enough?
Trial after trial,
She needs a vacation from trying to survive,
So she can desperately live
On the other side of the glass window.
It’s a waste for people to not see her soul,
To keep something so beautiful locked up,
I have witnesses who can attest to her character,
But you should know her well,
She is filled with your light,
aching so badly to shine.
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Naively Aware
I have forgotten the song your voice plays
How the notes are imprinted across my soul
They lay dormant
Till they can render your love.
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Purge
it takes time
to find the courage again
to sift through the evidence of your heart break
careful to not be cut from the sharp edges
the previous scars are only just fading
you hold them as if they are delicate flowers
determined to not let them cause you any more pain
you know how to protect yourself now
you have layers of security that no one can hack
you are a fortress with an army that has seen darkness
they don’t want to go back
so you banish the triggers
use the glass from your old heart to rebuild
and when it seems to be too much
you commence a purge of emotions into words
as if your soul is getting a spring cleaning
you know now that you will still be standing
after the coldest of times.
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Your Eyes Can See
It’s easy. I know.
A tiresome human characteristic
To believe what is in the mirror.
It’s hard to not see a disillusion,
The best view of you is not in your reflection.
It’s in their eyes.
Those eyes that see you,
Those who hear your true voice,
Not the one that you hear in your head,
The voice that flows into their being.
They won’t fail you.
The ones that count.
They flourish in your vision,
Where you doubt, they have hope,
Strength you lack, you gifted to them.
They gift to you as well.
Being the image that you deserve,
So that you no longer need,
To listen to your internal monologue,
And paint your own reflection.
(Not 100% this is where I want this, but for now.)
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Liberation
I’m sitting in the prime location,
Imagine…
A spot, where you can watch your world,
Another beginning, everything has paused,
You recognize the people in line,
The couple at the window,
The girl slouched in the corner over her laptop,
It’s natural, down to the macchiato on the table,
Everything that has past is still here,
I have a front row seat to the story of me,
Every cringe worthy moment on hand,
Hypnotizing, sending anxiety drones hurling,
A sound of unfamiliar cadence captures me
Just outside the window, beyond the haze,
The torturing repetition is encapsulating,
I need to swim through the stars,
Following the notes to a new scene,
Escape route unknown, my post has no more advantage,
My world has hit it’s climax,
But its a world that I have experienced,
I just need to take my coffee to go.
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Always Learning
I didn’t lose a part of me,
I wasn’t so lucky this time.
My fingers walk along my skin,
A hidden roadmap to my being.
It’s there along my rib cage,
no warmth or pulse.
A reminder, a battle wound,
I give it respect for its determined permanence.
It jolts my heart with every graze and brush.
I look at where I was, a shell filled with pain,
shaken to the core beyond myself.
Hours, minutes, seconds,
my only medicine.
I’m strong.
I’m strong.
I’m strong.
The only mantra worth repeating.
It will be there at every junction,
It’s there along my rib cage,
but I know these streets,
I will soon learn a detour.
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