Poetry

If only it was because  

you were fifteen  

and I was thirteen  

but it wasn’t.  

Not really.  

The solidity of the darkness

The ever-cascading waters

Sharp and dangerous, altogether hardly enticing

Await me wherever I wander within my mind.

I catch a glimpse. 

from afar, 

the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

his expression unreadable, 

as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

You put on your glassy mask

So I'll only see

The version of yourself

You contrived for me. 

You slip on your suffocating shoes

Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

spit his gum on the ground

and lit his cigarette. 

the same as yesterday. 

the same as every day. 

The snow of yesterday lingers in my mind,

and the heat of today bites at my body.

Exhaustion writhes through every atom in my being, and sleep seems to be the only thing I know how to do.

Were you put here only to provide contrast?

Your gruesome body zooming in and out of my vision gives something to compare to the flower.

I have never been a poet,

But for you I will try.

Flames fiercely floating

Flames dancing in the dark

Flickering fleeting 

Wood whispers, crackles in pain

Feeding its fiery power

My history is written,

Enclosed in the minds on those who knew me,

Twisted and fractured.

Changed by time and perspective,

Stored in the records of the country,

I’m moving. 

I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

And things aren’t working out Here, 

So I’m settling for memories. 

Unknown is the world we live in 

How deep is the ocean?

How big is the universe? 

It's unknown 

So why try to figure it out?

Why try to swim deeper than you can?