Poetry

A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch 

A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched 

Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue 

I want to smell the fall in the air 
As we look up in the sky 
Full of stars all different yet alike 
I want the breeze to echo your name 
As it floats along the wind 

I just want someone

To hold me like you did,

But in a way I'm not suffocating

Under their poisonous grip. 

I want to fall in love,

As October comes into focus;

Running through those woods,

It's only four o'clock,

But I still should be home

Cleaning the whole house,

Like I have all the time in the world. 

It's only five o'clock, 

But dinner should be on the table,

Our next life will always cost us this one

Soon the fun of it all will wither away

We can only pray that we're able to make the most of it

When the fires are lit

My worst enemy is...

Myself

I think the worst of everything...

I judge myself...

I question everything I do...

I wonder, is this the right thing to do?

I try to do everything perfectly...

The spring rain comes down

In warm droplets

Soaking through my gown

My bare feet splash in the puddles

The power of the rain making me feel humble

I want to find what I lost, 
To search for it in the unknown. 
The relics of time, 
Soon to be lost to the past. 

Life's beautiful moments, 
Cherished but soon to be forgotten. 

As we are both up in the cosmos

Both wearing dresses of silk and satin

We happen to bump into each other

I see in your eyes a vision

Of an entire galaxy as one

Why are women

Supposed to 

           cower

Before man’s expectations?

Why do we

          succumb

To their 

I want to drink apple cider with you 

Like it’s a fine wine, 

Make-believe adult, wrapped in your wool blanket, 

Counting the minutes until your parents return. 

The sorrow I know

Is like no other.

It is too deep

Too raw

Too real.

And as I stand here

Within its everlasting clutches

I find little bursts of hope.

And these little burst of light