Tag: original poetry

a picture worth a thousand words
you wanted the world
to hear me say the ones
hidden
underneath my tongue
for you.
i wanted you to
taste them when you kissed
me.

i turn my back
to the lens, cover
my face with my hands.
i only want these moments
as they slide between my
fingers. i only want the
blanket of your lips on
mine. i only want the
heat of you running
up my spine. i don’t
want to press flowers
between the pages
of a book. no
lingering scent
of you on my
bedsheets, no
ink on a piece
of paper to
prove you
ever set
foot
here.

i just want you in these moments: why do we need to prove we’re in love to everyone else? // a.s.m

the bathroom smells like blood
and when they open the door, 
you look into their eyes
as they’re crumbled on the floor. 
as you open your mouth
they put a hand to your face; 
exhaling reassurances to fill the empty space: 
‘this will be the last time,
i just had a hard day. 
some days i feel i’m at war
i swear i don’t hurt anymore.’

all of a sudden
they’re a million miles away.
through the back end of binoculars
you don’t know what to say because
you know you can’t do anything
to take away the pain. 
even though cuts fade to scars, 
sometimes the blood stains.

even though cuts fade to scars, sometimes the blood stains // a.s.m

a drowning desire
to dream, you touch my
shoulder and push me to
sleep. 
spin cotton candy from
my spine, pour words over
me like maple syrup and
i will taste them, like
black and white memories,
when i wake.

i’m sailing face down
on this ship,
with dinosaur theories
on rippling white waves, and now
i’m running fast
on Italy’s shores;
running towards
crystal green promises
you try not to blink
away; 

running faster until
i’m flying
above rooftops to
my grandfather’s heart.

biology daydreams // a.s.m

blank stares 
don’t exist anymore. 
there’s always something
new, something blue, something
read at 4:37 p.m.
that has yet to be answered to.

no time
to smell the roses,
fit your family in
a cubicle and get your
hands back on that keyboard
and your ear to that phone.
you have lives
to improve to be
just like your own.

hi, tech // a.s.m

they put my
heart on a gold platter 
for you to hang 
next to the deer and moose
heads on your walls. 
my tongue, my lungs
severed and garnished with
flowers and herbs 
for you to consume,
your stomach acids slowly
breaking down the only 
cells in my body that
allowed me to sing.

you took my voice away // a.s.m

all is right
and nothing’s left, 
it seems i’ve lost my
art. 
no blood pounds in my
forehead, the seas within
are calm and i
have nothing left to say except
how lovely it is to really
smell the autumn air and
not be thinking of
how to write about it.

when the words don’t flow // a.s.m

i was myself, once.
like i’ve been before;
a phoenix, fire of 
autumn leaves regurgitates
me. 
i find my voice in the songs
the river sings, 
memory like the currents. 
constantly moulting, but
keeping them in a scrapbook– 
moments with blank spaces 
in between 
stitched together to make
a quilt.
i decompose. 
sometimes i bloom with the azaleas
in the spring.

anatman: “I hardly know who i am. I think I must have been changed several times… I’m not myself, you see.” // a.s.m

Sometimes events in your life aren’t meant to happen when you want them to. You can’t shove a puzzle piece where it doesn’t belong or else the puzzle as a whole won’t come out looking right. Our lives are puzzles in a similar way: in our relationships, jobs, hobbies, whatever-if the piece doesn’t fit quite right, it isn’t meant to go there.  Trust that moving some pieces of your life around will fix the overall outcome of the greater picture.

trust the big picture: the universe knows where everything’s meant to go. // a.s.m

Can you even really love someone if there aren’t parts of them that irk you?

loving somebody that has no flaws would be too easy– i don’t think i could even call that ‘love’. the strongest thing about love is the acceptance of the yin and yang of an individual, and the decision to overcome the not-so-good because you can see there is so much in that person that you love, and that those flaws are a part of that person. // a.s.m