Tag: TUMBLR POETRY

Buzz

The entire universe was under my eyelids
and for one instant, I felt the buzz of my brain
folding in on itself, like the caving
sides of a melting candle.

There is a numbness to being
a million tiny pieces of mosaic, but also
one large silhouette
all at once.

Closure

When you walked out
of my heart, you left
the door wide open.
I poured my soul out
on a paper plane
and chucked it through the
fragile frame,
hoping you’d read the words:
“Please come home.”

I sat for weeks, waiting for you
to close the gaping hole
you carelessly left;
for you to walk through and
apologize for letting the bugs in, you hadn’t meant to, it was a mistake.
but you never did,
so I got up and closed
the damn door myself.

Crumble

She was Michelangelo’s David.
She was my Venus de Milo.
She was my goddess, the centerpiece to my world.
Her back tall, arms strong, eyes sure,
the words that spilled from
her lips were the vertical control that moved
my wooden arms, my painted lips.
They were truth.
But rains came.
Winds blew.
Snow froze and cracked
my stone goddess
until one day, I touched her and
all she was was gone.

Black Lodge

Words
toss and turn
in my mind, sleeplessly
trying to realize the truth of what
we were. There is distortion

in the movie
that plays on repeat in my head.
Sometimes the actors change
the script slightly, and
like a game of telephone, the verity is
gone.There may be no truth
remaining in my reality. I
turn and toss
in my bed, hoping to reveal what
we were. Hoping that
the script was based on
a true story, that this was
not a mindless twisted obsession. That
the waves within me which I have
worked so hard to kill were real
in the first place. That
I loved you, once.