Sunday, Alone

I hold my breath and focus on the sweeter things
because if I imagine the possibilities
I might just lose it
as I walk through these doors alone
I live a future I do not wish to see
and I almost wish I had stayed home
so these pitiful eyes wouldn’t look at me
consolation is a curse
that pulls me back under

sitting on the shelf
are memories that I take for granted
I imagine them cracked and dusty
and tears blur my vision so I cannot see
these emotional scenes sneak up on me
a scam aimed at my innermost vulnerabilities
I don’t want to stifle these moments because
it could be the end
but if I think about how much you mean to me and how you are such a true friend
my sorrow will burst forth and be without end
don’t leave me I pray
so I can love you
another day

 

Composed 8/26/18

In Memoriam

Composed 6/13/16
Descriptions: For the Victims of Orlando.

How can there be a sunset
When there is such a pit in my heart?
You nailed it into me
And it festers and grows
Fifty ghost bullets
Fifty real holes in me
They leak endless tears
And I have a brackish taste
Of how God feels when we hurt one another
So the sun goes away
And God sends us fifty thousand stars
And aurora to mourn

Little Bird

Composed 6/8/16
Description: n/a

Hello, little bird
I can see the sadness in your eyes
How I yearn to pick you up and hold you
In my hands and
Keep you away from the fox that thinks
He’s a friend
But I can only keep an eye
Peeked over at your nest
Whisper from afar
And rush with open palms
When you fall

Withheld

Composed 5/11/16
Description: For Day 6, in which we are to talk about “screens” while using enjambment. I’ve actually written about screens before, as it was the word prompt of the day awhile back, so I had to get a little creative with this one. It became more deep than I anticipated, but I like it.

I only look out behind the screen
Outside I see reality
But shadowed lines scar my face
Obscure a view to that wide, bright place
Even a picture of that realm
Is marred by the screen in which I’m held
I long to toast within the sun
But the screen’s a cell that’s up and hung
It will not budge though I try
So I watch behind the screen
And cry