All the love you offer
surrounds me,
a warm mist,
a cloud of butterflies,
sweet honey on my skin.
All the beautiful things
I could want,
the sparkling setting and
me as your gem.
But sometimes I am blind
to that sparkle,
straining my eyes in a
damp haze of selfishness,
choking on my lack of words
to tell you how good it is.
Frightened to death of
my capacity to
freeze or
crush or
wash it all away.
~February 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Present
What kind of girl am I,
taking all you give and feeling
left empty -
the kind of girl who
plays with her toys and
breaks them all?
What kind of woman am I,
so afraid of breaking you
breaking us
that I lie awake and cry
write poems to stave off sleep
instead of cherishing the comfort
you bring me like the best
present any girl could ask for?
~February 23, 2010
taking all you give and feeling
left empty -
the kind of girl who
plays with her toys and
breaks them all?
What kind of woman am I,
so afraid of breaking you
breaking us
that I lie awake and cry
write poems to stave off sleep
instead of cherishing the comfort
you bring me like the best
present any girl could ask for?
~February 23, 2010
Volcano
There is a volcano in me,
rumbling, pitching ash and
ready to explode.
My feelings run from it.
Love hides under a rock,
and I cannot find it.
Where can I go?
No escape, but I keep trying.
Maybe I am the volcano.
A heated mountain of
confusion, boiling over
and running down my sides
with lava, until
I am unrecognizable.
Where is that sweet
loving woman I want to be?
Trapped, inside the mountain
or me.
~May 16, 2010
rumbling, pitching ash and
ready to explode.
My feelings run from it.
Love hides under a rock,
and I cannot find it.
Where can I go?
No escape, but I keep trying.
Maybe I am the volcano.
A heated mountain of
confusion, boiling over
and running down my sides
with lava, until
I am unrecognizable.
Where is that sweet
loving woman I want to be?
Trapped, inside the mountain
or me.
~May 16, 2010
Perfect
You perfect crunch, you perfect
distraction between my teeth.
In sugar shell there is solace;
chocolate, comfort;
in peanut there is peace of mind.
You perfect package that I am not.
~September 19, 2010
distraction between my teeth.
In sugar shell there is solace;
chocolate, comfort;
in peanut there is peace of mind.
You perfect package that I am not.
~September 19, 2010
A Thousand Things
Remember a thousand things
(the way I do), the night
we listed a thousand things
to bring with us camping?
I tried not to laugh, until
my laugh went away.
You cracked first. By that time
I could no longer crack up.
I wish I had just let it loose.
A thousand things, I wish
I had let loose.
~September 17, 2010
(the way I do), the night
we listed a thousand things
to bring with us camping?
I tried not to laugh, until
my laugh went away.
You cracked first. By that time
I could no longer crack up.
I wish I had just let it loose.
A thousand things, I wish
I had let loose.
~September 17, 2010
Moon
If you wait long enough,
even the moon will shine
directions like the North Star,
four points to choose from
in this star-blank city.
I watch through the curtain
over the window. How many
layers between me and moon,
how many steps to my
destination? I'll keep waiting.
I'll keep walking.
~September 17, 2010
even the moon will shine
directions like the North Star,
four points to choose from
in this star-blank city.
I watch through the curtain
over the window. How many
layers between me and moon,
how many steps to my
destination? I'll keep waiting.
I'll keep walking.
~September 17, 2010
Eat
With every bite
I try to eat myself into oblivion
chew up sadness,
swallow down guilt,
digest my fears away.
But I only nourish it all
take it into myself
over and over and
over again.
I am what I eat.
~May 4, 2010
I try to eat myself into oblivion
chew up sadness,
swallow down guilt,
digest my fears away.
But I only nourish it all
take it into myself
over and over and
over again.
I am what I eat.
~May 4, 2010
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