Recognized

our souls recognized each other from
above things and we looked on
from a distance,
never too close- then,
like comets coming
into orbit, finally
made contact- that
brilliant shine of
familiarity at last
flashing in our skies.
all we needed was to look
into each other’s eyes
and say, “hello,”
and it felt like home.




There are times when I can just look at someone and know that we could be friends. Not as rare as instantly hating someone, but me actually getting the courage to talk to them is.

Lies

Sleep lies
just past shut eyelids,
yet remains out of sight
from a wide-eyed stare.
It sneaks and slips
just out of reach,
almost there
in a short moment before
the fall or sound or
memory. The promise of rest
is a whisper of sweet nothings sent
from shadowed corners-
it fades when faced.
Slumber speaks with lips
so soft and poisoned;
it says things like,
“A lullaby will make
everything alright,” but
sleep lies.






Sporadic insomnia does not work well with an 18 hour work day.
Other than that, life is super.

Enough

What is love if it is gone,
if it is absent from the
space beside me,
if it is stretched between
us almost to the point
of breaking? It is a string,
a road, a letter or
a short call just to say hello.
It hides in the
small moments and shines
in them, like a child’s nightlight
or a candle in the window. So
from me to you, I send love.
I hope it is enough.






Yet another poem about long-distance. I am so original.
It's the thought that counts? ♥

Creeping

Red veins lay
like rivers and streams
on the whites of my eyes,
winding their lazy way
across small earths of white.
They twist and twitch,
I rub and itch- night
comes creeping
ever steady, and they
cannot fight it.






Me and my crazy sleep patterns.
C'est la vie.

Chase

I am sleeping with wolves;
they love me and my heartbeat,
how it runs and leaps
and trips, faltering
with fear. They love
to bark and bite
at my ankles, imagining
how I could run
from them.







I will understand this later, which is slightly annoying because I want to understand it now but my subconcious doesn't cooperate with me.
Anyways, I really need to go to sleep.

Trick

it was my luck
that she would
be beautiful
(a trick of the light)



There are supposed to be parenthesis, but the kit doesn't come with any. I told my parents that for my birthday, I just want a whole bunch more of these magnetic word kit things.

With

when you step through
a wet blue sky
never look for me
only know
I always walk with you






I am in love with these magnets.

Almost

between morning and a moon
I almost believed
but sweet summer dreams
are cold and hard
in the winter snow




One of my Christmas presents was this magnetic poetry word calendar thing. I love it! This is the first of many...

Christmas

If I had the money,
I’d buy you great big things-
like ponies and purses, and
silvery white watches,
and other shiny things.
Sad to say, it isn’t so,
my wallet’s rather bare;
there’s not much left after living,
but please know that I still care!

So as your gift this Christmas,
I used my own two hands
to make you something special
(I hope you understand).
My skills are somewhat limited,
so it may not be highest grade;
though things will break and ponies age,
a friendship never fades.









Secret- originally I wrote "ponies die", but I thought that was a little harsh so I changed it.
Not so secret- Life is expensive.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Coal

I wrapped the flaps of my coat
around the roundness of his velvet bulk,
shushing into his oil slick shadow coal
-colored fur. He calmed down
in my arms, and I thought about
eclipses and clouds and cold
nights and how much easier
it is to see a black cat when
there is snow on the ground.







Sammy (short for Samhain) is one of our cats, and possibly the most terrified cat in history. I'm his favorite person, and he still acts like I might kick him when I go to pick him up.
It was too cloudy to see the eclipse. Rage.

Bridge

These tendons stretch to no avail-
my muscles were not made this long,
to push against the bonds
of distance and fail,
falter, try again
and fail. The aching in my very bones
to grow, like a dried sponge
put in water- to expand and fill
every empty nook and cranny until
there is no part of the world
that I cannot be; saying,
“There there, I’m here. Please,
have some tea and cookies and my love.”
But
I was born human, not a bridge-
these are the things
we must build and cross,
and I am still at a loss.






Maybe flowed better all in one piece, but oh well.

Just found this as a draft, to be honest. Kinda forgot it was there. This is back from October! Better late than never.

Unguarded

I imagine that there are beauties
that surprise us sometimes-
shining out of natural smiles,
the curves of light
on a face with downturned eyes-
unguarded moments
of loveliness and truth.







Woke up and found this written in my notebook.
I write in my sleep sometimes?

Whispers

there is no
body there, only
a shell filled with
warm air. through
the cracks come
whispers like,
"are you alright?"
and the question
crawls up and
down my spine.





Believe it or not, this is a sign that I may be on my way back to not being in a rut anymore. This is one of those that just popped into my head.

Chefs

One night when the streets were all quiet,
the chefs decided to riot;
they shouted and cried,
and they wouldn't subside,
because the city had gone on a diet.




So now I know that limericks and sonnets are both things that I can write whether I'm actually inspired or not. Quality isn't an issue with limericks, in my opinion.

Peg

There once was a pirate named Meg,
til a cannonball blew off her leg.
And though now she was lame,
she found joy in her name,
which had since been changed to Peg.




This is silly, and it makes me laugh, and I am so very proud of it.
Cheers for limericks!

Alternate

in our secret lives we sit, opposites
of ourselves, sighing and saying things
like, "No no no,
you've got it all wrong-
it's my turn this time, let me try!"
and so we let go.
there is a boy with light blue
hair and a lip ring- he smokes
and i can smell it when everything
is quiet and we're thinking,
"life is strange, so let's follow suit."





I'm not going to lie... I still can't write.
But my sketchbook is getting some use, so yay.
That's actually how this came to mind-
I keep drawing this kid. He needs a name.

Backspace

Backspace, hold, type.
Backspace, hold, stare.
The page glows white like
a winter landscape,
cold and bare-
it offers no ideas,
and no sympathy. I close
the program and my eyes,
lean back, and sigh. My mind
stays empty this time.







I'm not happy with what I've been writing, and that frustration is just making things harder.

Teeth

sharp teeth of doubt and second-guessing
press like a gentle reminder against
the tender skin of my neck-
"beware," they say, "of vanity and pride"
and i may or may not be in danger of falling
(but not from so high a place that
it will hurt any more than the last time).
there is a gnawing in my belly
and an aching in my thighs;
they speak of determination,
the stubborn tunnel-vision
that will get me to the end.
i know that i will get there, but
i just don't know when.







I'm pretty sure that I am at least partly aware of what this is even about. Yeah, it's one of those.

Truth

It was in the moment between
dreaming and sleep,
and I still felt
his body heat
spreading
across my side.
In dreams his face
is more real, but reality
is far more kind-
this world, at least
is not so bold a lie.







RAGE.
It wasn't even one dream, either. It was one of those deals where I woke up, thought, "Well this sucks," went back to sleep, and had four more dreams with this co-star.
My subconcious hates me, I think.

Comfort

"Comfort, comfort for my
people," He said and I
sank into it like the best kind
of hug plus my favorite hot drink
plus a steamy scented bath plus a
soft bed at the end of a hard day.
"Thank You, thank You,
thank You," if I said it too much
it still wouldn't be enough because
my soul is filled with the wonder of
His love.





It's what goes through my head at the end of every day.

Also, "Comfort" has already been used but this one is a little bit better but I can't think of a different word for the other one so whatever.