And when you love me,
I hope you love me for the chaos of my mind
and not just the canvas of my face.
Category: Poetry
When I see something unique, something that sparks off little thoughts in my head, they form a rhyming structure. They pretty much create themselves and land here.
Bell JAr
Like a butterfly
A medley of colors
A delicate twine of body and spirit
A gossamer dream, soft and dusty
Beneath the sky of a bell jar
Inspired by Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar
Metamorphosis
These skies, they don’t talk to me anymore
Not the way they used to
This rain that falls,
it no longer melds with the tears on my face
Grief and relief, flowing side by side
I no longer search for hints of happiness in these winds
My lungs no longer feel tight.
The weather has changed.
Stagnant
The hours rush by
And day turns to night
And night turns into day
And we exist
In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions
Craving for a change
⠀⠀
For time to still
For the day to dawn
For the storms to pass by
Beacons
Everything seems well and good.
Until you remember, you have always held you body
as a beacon heralding harm
And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart
And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage
with a gentle, sensitive soul.
It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.
Love
I think love scares us because to be without it, is to be empty
And we are so scared of losing what makes us feel special.
But I think we forget sometimes,
that what you love never leaves your side.
It is immortal; It stays
as a wisp of memory hanging on your lips, waiting to be uttered
resting beneath your eyelids, teasing your imagination time and again
In the sounds, and the voices and the music that you hear
dancing to tunes you didn’t know were ringing in your head.
Wishful Thinking
“There has to be a way to fix everything
a magical glue that sets the world right
every broken heart, every broken dream
every broken bone, and every broken link
magically glued to work right
Everything lost found again
Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”
Fireworks
And when I have lost my sparkle
don’t you worry
For I will find my own light
All I need
is for you to be at my side
Ready for the fireworks
Broken
You are so broken, it’s almost beautiful.
Like a cracked porcelain vase
A memento of the great beauty it was
A reminder of the great storms it has passed
And time will not put you together again.
Because that would mean undoing its art.
But for each little fragment of yourself that you have lost
You are a little closer to who you are.
A Note
A note to the writers and dreamers
Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face
Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books; without a care of what is to come or what is to be done. Someday, the smell of rain, of spring and of summer, will fill our hearts and we will be content
Someday, someday very soon, the tide will turn and the world will be ours again
