by your side
i dream of other skies
other times
even other citiesin two-car gridlock
bittersweet stalemate
no moves to make but
everything at stakei dream of breaking the
glass and bleeding
and healing.
gridlock // a.s.m
Tag: poem
i lost my mind
somewhere between June
and July
when it all turned to sand
and i could no longer make sense
of cities and skies.
Vaults and pianos // a.s.m
i yearn for her now,
amid car horns and
coffee-stained sidewalks.
under bare, lifeless sky,
i long for her shade.
these streets are swarmed, but
there is no life until
the wind blows and i am
reminded she is here, among the
hard highways of Houston;
she is waiting for me
to find her.
life after lights // a.s.m
in the darkest night, she shines.
in the heat of the drought, she thrives.
in the deepest of floods, she survives.
if her roots can grow through the cracks
of the concrete, so can mine.
breaking ground // a.s.m
please don’t love me.
nobody knows better
than i,
it will be a waste of time.
i’d love your eyes more than
any eyes in my life,
i’d lose myself in them
for weeks at a time and
wake up hungover in
strange places.
well eyes // a.s.m
i never wanted
to need you,
but i closed my eyes and
unclenched my heart
and now, when you’re gone,
sometimes
i’m lost.you have become a refuge.
you lead me
with open palms and
bare soles
to the patch of
sun on the asphalt
while the earth crumbles
around me. you sit cross-legged
and teach me how to smile again
when the muscles in my face
forget.
you kiss me, with lips
like warm blankets, and
i am secure
amidst the chaos.you engulf me like
the sea, and
i am drowning in
your serenity.
i never thought drowning could be so peaceful // a.s.m
when i hide the world
underneath closed lids,
i dream of you.the voices in my mind sing
nothing but your music, and
my heart is sore from constantly
reaching for you.every step i take is in hopes that
soon i will walk on
your soil. until then,
my hands must learn to be
content only
to write about you.
Yerevan // a.s.m
how selfish am I
to live this life,
to see through these eyes,
to want to die?how selfish am I
to laugh with ease
to seek joy when
there is suffering?how selfish am I
to strive to calm
the storm inside?
is it selfish
to survive?
survivor’s guilt // a.s.m
the Turkish coffee cup
shards on the floor
draw blood.that delicate porcelain
holds eighty-two years of life,
wrinkled hands, cardamom
coffee-stained
smiles and desert air;
a shattered mirage on
hard, cold kitchen
tile.a thousand fangs,
they draw blood and make
home in the soles
of my feet.
cardamom coffee // a.s.m
you were famished
from birth, waiting for
this world to give you your fill.
i tripped into your arms,
you came in for the kill.you bite
with ravenous lips
and starving eyes;
part of you is born and
part of me dies.
blood donor // a.s.m
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