Tag: tumblr poems

Do not forget that you are a flower, my love. You require both sunlight and rain in order to bloom.

you cannot grow with only sunlight: there is a reason the universe puts us through hard times; allow yourself to learn and grow from them.

write it all down.
pour your mind on the paper–
all of it:
every passing
thought
every hiccup
every mistake
every “i can’t believe…”
every disaster
every painful memory.
put it all on the lines.
and when you’ve squeezed your sponge dry,
take a wet brush and paint
the words into colors
shapes
noises
textures.

How to Write A Poem // a.s.m

The rain paints
the world into
watercolors on my windshield.
Four lights shine
on the horizon just above
the hill where I went on a date once.
I remember him and I
had brought a blanket
to look at the stars that night.
We wrapped ourselves in it
and he kissed me and I felt
so loved then.
So in love.
With him? With love?
I don’t know; 

In love with something
In love with everything.

For the Love of Being Loved // a.s.m

i find the quietness i crave
amid the forest’s windy veins
where my mind can be at peace, 
where my thoughts vacate with ease. 
here my feet become my breath
and my mind one with the earth,
i come to realize my worth: 
an atom in the universe.

i can always find peace in the forest. // a.s.m

When I was young,
my mother used to warn me
not to look right into
the Sun: I could damage my
eyes from the
heat.

The first time I met you,
I could not look directly
into your eyes; I still
can’t.
I’d never expected
to find the Sun
burning
in them.

your eyes bore into me with the intensity of the sun and i do not know what to do with all this heat. i never knew the sun shone through people, too. // a.s.m

We as a species are always trying to find comfort in purpose, as if we need to justify our existence on this planet by having a ‘reason’ for being here. You do not need a purpose or a reason to be alive on this planet. You have a right to be here simply because you are.

Rather than seeking comfort in purpose, find freedom in understanding that you have no purpose, and that is okay. You alone are enough.

i realized that sometimes i’m scared to be alone because i feel like i have no purpose, but then i realized this. // a.s.m

my mother asked about you today.
i didn’t know how to explain
that your name
on my tongue is like
novocaine;
that i’ve been waiting so long
for the numbness to
fade.

i still feel numb when i hear your name. // a.s.m

please please please stop building
these walls just so that you can tell me
i’m crossing the line.
remember when we shared a
womb for nine months?
there were no lines then, just
innocence and warmth. i want
to take you back there.

remember when the doctor explained why
you were so small and weak when you were born?
i took
all the nutrients from the placenta.
i took
your strength, and i wish i could
give it back to you now because
i’m scared to see you fall
knowing i cannot do anything to save you.
i want this to be my fault.
i want to take away this
darkness within you and burn it myself
so i cannot watch
you crumble.

i wish i could transfuse to you all
i’ve learned from the scars
on my arms and thighs and the heartbreak
i’ve been given and the heartbreak i’ve caused
so that you wouldn’t have to feel it all.
i am standing with my hands up
ready to surrender myself in your place, but
i know i cannot do your time
when the prison is within the walls of your mind.

for my brother, Alex: i want to save you from your addiction, but i know you have to learn how to fight it on your own. please know how much i love you. // a.s.m

slip dreams into my drink tonight 
so i may write you poetry 
from the skies within my mind. 
knock down the dams and let the water flow 
from the nerves in my brain,
through my veins,
out my hands, onto this page.
twist your fingers between mine
and pull me back down when i get too high.

a.s.m

I. i remember how you sat next to me
in the backseat of her car
as it sped down the highway.
we smoked
out of a sparkly pink bowl, watching our cares
disintegrate as we blew
them out the window.
i remember pretending
to look outside so I could watch the way
you collapsed into yourself 
as you exhaled your last hit. 

II. i remember the way you reached for me
in your sleep that night, and
i whispered that i loved you
because i knew you couldn’t hear me. 

III. i remember the day i saw you
for the last time. i walked you to the bus stop, 
waving goodbye long after you had disintegrated
into the horizon. 
i sat by the side of the road and
cried because it was then that i realized
you take the happiness you bring me
with you when 
you leave. 

IV. today, i forgot how long the
drive down
that highway becomes without the
anticipation of seeing you
to keep me company.

little notes to leah: i still replay memories of you all the time // a.s.m