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 Archives: Poetry
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 hasContinue reading “Metamorphosis”
Stagnant
The hours rush byAnd day turns to nightAnd night turns into dayAnd we existIn a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotionsCraving for a change⠀⠀For time to stillFor the day to dawnFor 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 twinesContinue reading “Beacons”
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, waitingContinue reading “Love”
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 lostContinue reading “Broken”
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;Continue reading “A Note”
