You send me reeling through the streets of Seville,
a siesta from my regular routine,
flamenco dancing in the sun,
my heart beats to the rhythm of the Spanish guitar.
You send me blasting through the skies,
up, up and away into outer space.
I sail beyond the stars, and dance beside the moon.
Looking down at the clouds, I save a picture in my mind.
You send me scorching into the Sahara heat,
with only your kiss to hydrate me, as we melt into the sand.
Your every wish is my command, let me be your caravan.
You send me streaming through the ancient seven seas,
bathing in the Atlantic ocean,
before we dive deeper into the blue.
Floating in the coral. let me tickle you with kelp.
Let this moment last forever, you are my wishing well.
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.
Friday, March 03, 2017
Love Thyself.
Like the kettle that comes to a boil without heat,
there is no joy in riding a bicycle without a seat.
Unless your own reflection makes you smile bearing teeth, another human won't be able to make you feel complete.
Priority.
The days where our love eclipsed all else are gone,
so do not ask me to feel the same again.
Although there was a time when the sun
solely rose and slept against the horizon of your eyes.
We cannot expect broken glass to ever be the same.
You're right, my life, that the memories remain.
But just like a chemical reaction can't be reversed,
they cannot be changed.
Sure, we could attempt to start anew,
although you should already know
how deep my love runs for you.
And I never thought I'd see the day
when I placed anything before us.
But now that I have seen the world's
true face and all it's ugliness,
I fear that I have been exposed
to hatred and mistrust.
Yes, it's true that the sun still appears
first in the east before disappearing in the west,
but that does not mean that the tragedies I've seen
are ones I can easily forget.
so do not ask me to feel the same again.
Although there was a time when the sun
solely rose and slept against the horizon of your eyes.
We cannot expect broken glass to ever be the same.
You're right, my life, that the memories remain.
But just like a chemical reaction can't be reversed,
they cannot be changed.
Sure, we could attempt to start anew,
although you should already know
how deep my love runs for you.
And I never thought I'd see the day
when I placed anything before us.
But now that I have seen the world's
true face and all it's ugliness,
I fear that I have been exposed
to hatred and mistrust.
Yes, it's true that the sun still appears
first in the east before disappearing in the west,
but that does not mean that the tragedies I've seen
are ones I can easily forget.
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