I’ll know it’s love not when
we share the same interests,
but when you sacrifice time
for me because I am more
precious than the limited ticks
on the looming clock.
I’ll know it’s love not when
I shiver from your deft fingers,
lust mistaken for young love,
but when “I love you” is not
just three words strung
together for my reassurance.
I’ll know it’s love not when
plastered smiles are forced
rather than from your heart,
but when I am intellectually
challenged and where you don’t
have to agree with all I say.
I’ll know when I’m in love
and that is not now.
-
-
I was baptised in fire and confirmed in ice.
The frozen hell dusted snowflakes on my lashes
and the flames stained ash on my fingertips.
Death didn’t wear its confusion well when I stepped
through the threshold unscathed. Or perhaps I mistook
its confusion for fear, for it breathed,
“You should not be alive.” -
You get used to the empty silence
after a while
and the dull ache for solace
fades away.
The darkness consumes you
and you doubt you’ll ever see the light again.
But if you think about it
the darkness is merely the absense
of light.
Is it possible to have positives and negatives
or is the world merely full of
things and the absence of that thing
and everything in-between? -
Merging with Mother Earth
And I wondered… What if I continued
to lie on the ground? Would my veins
entwine with the grass? Would I grow
roots in order to secure my position -
my future - in place?
Perhaps my flesh would meld into the
cold, comforting grass, becoming one
with a living, breathing entity; the Earth.
I would grow a tree from my heart
that would extend its branches to
the homeless birds. I would stand tall
in the biting winter wind, providing
shelter and warmth and love.
I would be imbedded into nature forever.
And that isn’t such a bad thought, now is it? -
I want to be like the moon.
How she’s been blemished
by so many stray meteors,
scarring her pale face. But
she still appears beautiful -
her inner beauty shining a
light in the night, unwaver
ing, regardless of the pain. -
-
He is my Sun
I reflect the light
he shines out into space
even when the world
is turned away
from his radiant smile.
He is always facing me
in the dark night.
I am not that important,
a mere moon of the Earth.
I am only a reminder
that there is light, hope,
in the darkness
even when the Sun
isn’t present
and dawn seems
unreachable. -
The glisten in your eye
incomparable to the stars
above
shining so brightly, hoping
to see you smile.
They wait to hear the words
that you whisper to the wind,
hung on your every word
where you never spoke
truer lies -
Catch a falling star
It was midnight and the wind
was crisp, the night young.
A flash in the black sky,
a crackle of an explosion.
The weight of so many souls
exhausting the cosmos.
I caught the falling star
in the middle of my open palms
and tucked it into my pocket.
I saved it for a rainy day
when the sky was grey
and there was no anger
in the clouds, only the
comforting caressing cold
wrapped around my fingers. -
Just breathe
Inhale
I live
Exhale
I die
Think about this
the next time you
take your next breath.
It may be your last or
one amongst the
countless others
that keep you alive,
crucial to your
survival.
