Poetry

What are the words I am trying to find?

I gave every piece of myself

Until I almost floated into the Star spattered heavens

And saw reflected in the earth 

Centuries 

That have passed

Dear Universe, why

Is it that you made me a poet?

Is it that you see me here

Writing homework with my eyes

Constantly straying to the snow falling

flowers are blooming

like life rejuvenating

nature waking up from hibernation 

an alarm clock to society that 

flashes pinks yellows and greens 

to remind us that summer is coming

i dont know if i love you

or the idea of you.

and thats really hard.

i think in black and white.

yes or no.

good or evil.

but you don't 

and i don't know how you 

live 

like

Winter signed the eviction notice

In a language the tiles already understood

Its quiet weight leaning into

The dusty corners of the apartment

Read in between the lines

I'm so sick of it -

how I fall back into the same pattern

like I'm still a naive little kid

like I learned nothing

like as soon as you shoot me an email

I wish I could go,

I wish I could see,

I wish I could feel,

The wonders of Victoria Falls,

The greatest scene in all of Africa.

Far from the shore of Zambia,

A mile of water runs down the jagged rocks,

You'd lived through your autumn 

before I met you. 

Your feet rustling faded leaves; 

your hand gracing ancient barks; 

your eyes learning the name of clouds I 

words

so many words

so many times

enough times to say

it goes in one ear and out the-

and out the-

out the othe-

I was born to water flowers 

and keep the weeds alive. 

Give more of myself 

than I ever got in return. 

I was born to water flowers 

and keep the weeds alive. 

I love him

Do I?

or did I just love the idea of him that he gave

the feeling of his arm around my shoulder 

his strong leg against mine 

the nerves I felt radiating from him

Is nothing we do ever good enough?

We try, fail

Try again, still fail

Keep trying, eventually succeed

Keep succeeding, get farther with each one

Get to the point where each success barely has an affect