Tag: poetry

Grey-dark-clouds up on hillLeaves blow upwardsStreet goes stillHot-drops-rain for just a pause13 wearing yellow. Blaze-bright-sun push through cloudThumb at foreheadPropped for shroudSweat down back, and backs of knees20 wearing yellow.Breeze-light-incline, climb the stairDeer in bushesBird in airThroat hum slight with just an itchOnly 2 wear yellow. Early up, and early leaveAir-hazed-badlyLungs harsh heaveWhisper breathe til…

That’s alright, he says when I don’t want to go on the ride. You can wait down here. You don’t have to ride it if you don’t want to.  Of course, when it’s just heights he makes me go. He walks me up the old metal steps to the top of the view and lets me cling to…

I, a cognitive clot of infinite existence, do forever and honestly vow to watch over my corporeal being for as long as it grants me conscious passage along the human plane. I swear to worship and care for each cell underneath the sacred tarpaulin of the holy organ, to be the final resting place of…

I’ve consumed all the poetry on the destruction of the self, and how many mothers cast the first stoneAnd all I can think is about that stagnation and motherhood are treated as synonyms, and what a rotten comparison to drawMy mother inhales cruelty like a tree breathes carbon dioxide, and similarly exhales something that gives…

I’m nostalgic for the Bradford pear, The invasive headache treeSmells like fish and clogs the air, But it smells like home to me. What does that say, I wonder, About memory’s sweetened touch? It’s not 2010: it’s not even summer, But I feel like it, so much. Bruises turn green over time, y’know,And green is…

Bare-breasted-painful-perfect-panic The sword is clutched in bloody hands The knighthood beareth not your service Give up your weapon as per demands Parry not the pureness granted Though forged with faith, you forged it wrongWhy doth you plant it through your ribcage To hide your blade from grasping throng Bloodied footprints down the throne room I…

Shoot for the moon and you’ll land among the stars, Well I did and I’m holding on as tight as I canBut the stars are sharp and my hands are bleedingBut I’m so scared of letting go because what if I fall and what if I’ll never land in the brightness againAnd what if I…

This was originally written in the April of 2023, when the family went out for ramen, and Henry was given to generous challenge to finish both of his bowls of ramen in order to get one comped. He was about ten at the time I think, and the waiter was very impressed. Once came a…

So maybe you’re the Laika hereAnd maybe I’m a church grimAnd maybe you’ll chase cometsAnd I’ll watch where the worms swimAnd I think both of us are dogs, a bitAnd you’re up in the unknownAnd I feel less important, sure,’Cause I’m still here at homeBut here’s what I have learned, y’see,Buried here in place of…

I’m going on a journey,and it’s gonna freakin’ suck!Nurses don’t know what to do, They say I’m outta luck — And the doctors don’t know either; So they scan me with machines,And they pore over plastic papers,And debate ’bout what it means,And they take my blood for scienceAnd they take my money too,And all the…

I’ve been having thoughts about the doom-and-gloom narrative of the world, and oddly enough it inspired hope in me..? I don’t know exactly. This poem just sort of came out of me today. Enjoy! The trenches are all green now;Pushing grass up from the dirtand something else grows with it, flowers, yes, but more covert…

Written in my notebook and joyfully rediscovered recently. I like this one a lot! I hope that I’ll never know it alleven when I feel I’m cleverI hope I look up into the night skyand have questions that just last foreverI hope that mysteries always existthat clarity always evades meI hope I never forget to…

The hamster ball is going! Can’t you feel it? Round and round. There’s no exit on this elliptical, Upon which feet and heart pound! There’s a twitchy, horrid movement; Not your body, though, don’t fear. It’s buzzing behind your temples, and building in your ear. The mundane is something beautiful, And the unchanging is perverse.…

The poem finally dislodged itself from my psyche and became this: I went on my usual walk up Rock Canyon and was hit with a sudden wave of acceptance and peace. It was really nice. ———– To make sense of my muddles, I went on a walkTo the top of the hill, steep and tall. At…

This might be my favorite poem I’ve ever written. I don’t know what magic was in the air on the New Year of 2022, but I sure do love what it made me write. I walked through the sands of time Past memories, ankle-deep I swept away unwanted grime And picked what I wished to keep. My pockets full…

This one was written shortly after I was sitting at a school play all alone, in my Junior year of high school. The play was Singin’ in the Rain, and in the middle of the part where he sings “I’m happy again!” I realized I was crying. Tears of joy, luckily, because I had just…

The Rat Coven is a nickname affectionally given to Lucy and I from Dad. It came about after a solid week where we tried to twerk every time he wasn’t looking, and then laugh at him for it. (The wonders of teen daughters. We are a charming bunch.) So, he called us the Rat Coven…

This one was more experimental, since my poems usually follow the same format. I wanted to play with words and pacing more than the rhyme and rhythm of it. We have passed our lives between our beds, eyes closed and drawn close against the wall I think I would be a much lonelier person without you To…

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. It came about from all of the stress that growing up entails. I wrote it about halfway through my senior year of highschool, but that’s not where the title came from. It was just a point in my life where everything felt a bit halfway. I…

I wrote this one several years ago, and I credit it with being the first poem to make my dad cry. (Sorry, dad.) I was coming out of my depression when I wrote it, and I was feeling very grateful to be alive. Whenever I’m feeling those big feelings, I notice that I tend to…

This is actually only an excerpt of a longer poem that I vaguely remember writing one night after I had a dream that I was forced to convince aliens not to get rid of Earth. I think it stemmed from people arguing about the whole “we are the virus!” thing. I dunno. But I liked…

We live in a world that is being rapidly dominated by AI; generated art, writing, poetry, you name it. Personally, that is something that I despise. I feel that it sucks all of the purpose out of art and human expression. An AI is supposed to do the jobs that people don’t want to do,…

I wrote this about a month into my freshman year of college. (which sounds all wistful and nostalgic, but now I’m only about two months in. Ha.) There’s something absolutely magical about how a harshly-lit food court can pull emotions out of you. I can’t hold your hand from here. It’s not far—in fact, it’s hungrily…