Poetry

He attacks me suddenly 

Erupts like booming thunder

And all I do is wonder

If things will ever change 

Because I feel his heavy power

Quick hands 

Sharp teeth

Ready to devour 

On my sixteenth birthday.

I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood, 

If all the words in the world were gone

And we were left with the thoughts in our heads,

The list of things to say wouldn't be that long,

If I had one sentence to speak before sentences were dead. 

I want your freckled cheeks and blond eyelashes

and I want your flying hair

and I want your careful words that start tumbling fast,

woven together,

please

so I can wrap myself up

and remind myself of happy.

Dear, that fifteen minutes, a week

less than.

all it took for you to worm your way in. 

A day. A moment. A lifetime crammed between seconds.

a bond that is a force to be reckoned with.

Intelligence is both a beauty and a curse, a double edged sword gifted to humanity.

A ball of fire lighting up the sky a fiery orange 

Descending from the heavens 

To fall over the horizon 

In a final brilliant light show of colors. 

I walked through the walls 

I was invisible 

I stood during conversations 

I stayed behind as we strolled 

I spoke a word an hour 

I laughed to be included 

And it all

Meant

Nothing to you

Right?

Did I -

Was I -

I'm never wrong

I'd scream until the sky fell

And drown in my own fever dream

But you could never

Never

I used to have it all figured out.

Schedules were organized chaos.

The beloved clock in the corner of my room,

was my gauge.

Told me when I was late, on time.

I was used to this system,

If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket 

The night sky would appear 

Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America 

The unspoken words caught in a language barrier

Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?

Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?

If we, as people, seek water,

why do we always land at a mirage?