I was pushing a carriage
down the road
The bright yellow sun
bounced off black pavement
Such that a silver film glowed
almost that the ether was breathing vibrancy
And me I was in control
my heart and mind together
a continuous flow
Like a brighter reality
I ran with one hand
Pushing this carriage down the road
Tag: poetry
seems to me
it seems to me
that every time i look for myself
i get caught staring into the mirror
of another
as if their eyes are deeper than mine
as if their lips are fuller
and their lines are finer
and I wonder why the reflection
that is my own
is not enough for me
duality
the quiet in my mind
is only matched by the
screaming of my heart…
I long for the day when the duality
that lies within my soul
be replaced by a singular
self acceptance
snake oil
You rode into town
on a beautiful white steed
and promised me the stars-
packed neatly in a bottle
of snake oil
And I bought it from you…
the cost was my heart-
which I paid to you quite generously
river
There’s a river of forgiveness
that resides just within
my mind’s eye;
I can see it
as it peacefully flows down
to soothe my heart
from the fire you left behind
to touch the stars
It’s still dark yet- not quite dawn
And I can hear the song birds
Getting ready for the sun
And I know that you, well, you’re gone
It’s okay…
you weren’t really all that real anyway
More of a tune I made up in my head
A longing that you filled
Inside my heart- a sweet desperation
To touch the stars
deep and venerable pain
There lies just beneath my smile
A deep and venerable pain
That I can’t explain, or wish away-
I try to escape, into ideas and words
that might distract my brain,
But it’s always there, waiting for me
Like an ache that won’t release,
A knot in my chest with no relief,
So I sit here and pretend that
It’s all okay
It’s just a deep and venerable pain.
holes
You ask for my decision
Will I give you what you need?
I hesitate blindly
Knowing that I am too broken
To fill your heart with light
How can I catch rainbows
When my net is full of holes?
time
The beating of your heart
Is a clock I can keep time by
Steady and confident
I lay my head down
To listen to the rhythmic
Tock of your constancy
And lose my thoughts
To the wash of time
the SIBYL'S SONG 