I spoke about you today.
I made a decision about you today.
I remembered you today.
But I didn’t think of you today.
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11:59pm
One offhanded phrase
to stab the heart
shattering an existence
based on expectations
ending with disbelief.
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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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No Control
This feeling isn’t new.
It’s like a skydiver has taken my heart as a parachute.
Free falling.
My heart holding on as it folds into itself,
Against the pressure of the wind and the view,
The ground growing closer,
Dots becoming shapes,
Shades of green and brown
Turning into backyards and farms.
When is the cord going to be pulled?
When is the relief going to come?
So that I know that my heart
Isn’t going to go splat on the sidewalk
Next to the promises that I made to myself.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Not in a romantic kind of way,
But in a truth kind of way,
In a goodness kind of way.
And yet, here I am again,
Losing the ground beneath my feet,
Air getting lost on the way to my lungs,
All because I trusted myself,
To squish down the feelings that are
Fighting a civil war in my chest.
I promised I wasn’t going to allow a person to be my trigger,
But what can I do if I gave them the bullet?
Filed under Poetry
Overload
I spent my day
With an anxious heart.
I go on my day,
But with every beat,
I feel the unrest that
Lives behind my lungs,
Aching into every breath,
Seeping into my veins,
Turning my nerves into fire,
Causing the brain to malfunction.
Filed under Poetry
A Drift
I’m a nomad,
With a home,
Not far away
But long enough.
A pink pillow
The only clue
Where I lay,
Where I’m safe.
Breath of air
Feeds wandering eyes
Feet turned backwards
Heart looks forward.
I’m a nomad,
No clear direction
Birds fly east
Toward beginnings.
Only one pair
On the path
My fingers reach
Grasping at air.
A northern star
Fades at dark,
The story unclear,
But I’m here.
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A Lost Thought
My life is a constant,
but I choose the variables.
The reactions of what life
throws in my direction,
are based on my choices
of what I decide to give
back to a world that
doesn’t know the meaning
of a slow and steady race,
but throws curve after curve,
until I lay breathing
in a corner of truth,
determining not whether
I will stand again but
rather which foot will go first,
until I stand tall enough to see
over a city of my hurdles,
that I am too strong,
to have a moment without
meaning. With no meaning,
we give up the control we
gain when we know the
weight of what we are given,
but have the knowledge to hold it
preciously in our hands, like a
feather that just might blow away.
Filed under Poetry
Self Preservation
You desend in your confidence
A hot mess in an open valley,
The pivotal pixel in any image,
The negative to my dark room.
You demand to command
With your hands on my hips
Keeping me in your space
So that only eyes are in focus.
I saw a boy I once knew
But now a jaded soul
Has replaced a smile
That was once so comforting.
So much has been spent
With tiny pieces of heart
Every time that boy asked
I gave away so effortlessly.
Senses renewed
With the feel of his lips
But the heart crumbles
With memory of its losses.
I’ve given what I can give
Without interrupting its beats
Just learning new melodies
To the pieces that still fit.
This time a man claims
For my heart in my palms
But my fingers grow around it
Saving me from harm.
His heart has grown
With pieces of me,
But I am only a fraction
Of who I once could be.
(I would love some feedback!)Filed under Poetry, Uncategorized
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