Poetry

The space you fill feels heavy,
but I can't tell if it's your weight
or just the shape of the hole I’ve dug.

Bloom out of my bed, I rise to the light
Golden and warm and welcoming anew
Soak in the scents surrounding my sight

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 

Dear Universe, why 

Is it that you made me a poet? 

Is it that you see me here 

Writing homework with my eyes 

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,

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.