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Colors of my vibe and heart
I forget what sweet things I want to write when I look back and realize how many unsent letters I kept back in invisible drawers addressed to no one Knowing damn well there was only one recipient in the pile, only one who didn’t deserve my time but got the best of me day and night Today I sit here in my blues looking at an earth gone dark trying to make sense of the colors of my heart wishing it was only black and white to save me from telling so many emotions apart I was happy once, uninterruptedly content couldn’t understand what they say about mood swings or…
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Words – they mean things
Big, like an enthusiastic move like today’s news like my dreams my energy, like my blues Bright, in my eyes, like the light in my room Soft, like my touch, like my shadow like my heart like my voice Deep, like my soul like your sleep like my love like the ocean; a cliché we all know I must do Painful, like a period like last year like the days you weren’t near Lonely, Like the desert like a ship in the open sea like the new me overseas like Britney in ’99 Like wandering eyes in the twilight Beautiful, like some words like kindness, like spring like a genuine…
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In all my wishes
I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart say you can’t come by after disrupting my time I wish you would’ve seen the excitement on my face cause I hadn’t seen you in more than twelve days and it was overdue having you in my bed feeling your embrace I wish you knew how much it hurt when you made me derail, a perfectly clear path for you but flip me around like another page, another prisoner in your jail I wish you knew what monogamy meant to some of us and the million hints you couldn’t get whenever I’d vent I…
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Snow in July
The cows would come home, snowed in July, lilies bloom in the Sahara the Nile gone dry before a single atom in your body learns how to commit to one I saw a way out and I took it didn’t come easy a decision but sometimes better be a quitter had to eat my words for even thinking you could take me seriously, shapeshifter ashamed to admit my naivety ashamed to have wandered aimlessly for on the shakiest of grounds I searched for stability Not my problem anymore still truehearted you’re not but can’t help but wonder, did I get away for being too wise? Is it always only the…
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Chosen for you
Stay positive twenty-four seven Brush your teeth in case you stay a while Respect the law, follow the rules, society is king Pick a religion; freethinking is frown upon Show a smile, apologize for your biological mess You did not ask, you had no clue, but now you’re here, be thankful for food, family, friends, and the roof over your head; you had no plans but it was all set, lucky you wipe off your tears ‘cause god forbid you look sad over pondering of what makes sense, what’s best for you ‘cause one lifetime isn’t all good If you didn’t follow all the rules you must do good or…
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High Five! (Repost)
Once upon a time, I wrote a few timeless lines. This poem from 2014 is called High Five, and it’s still true to my heart. So here it is again (with some light editing). Just keeping it alive. For finding the courage to let go of weaknesses however benign thoughts of cake? Cigarettes? Drugs? Maybe wine? High five! For getting your degree against all odds rubbed it in the face of whomever said you wouldn’t get jobs High five! For working out every day ’til seeing the results you wanted feeling confident in your own skin knowing every effort counted High five! For cutting out of your life the loser…
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Seen, heard, written all over
My eyes close on a good day and a verse writes itself, turn on the water in the shower and by the end I’ve written a page But tonight, under the dull stars nearing March, my mind as cluttered as the sky can only hear words get stuck as my eyelids touch my under-eye Mistrust is now normalcy and instead of asking why I wish they could see who made these eyes cry Cause it might be cluttered but my mind’s still running and written on its corners are their names all over.
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Embrace the storyteller within
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation of the clouds intrigues me as much as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky Night so calm, breeze so warm, the almost distinct sound of homebodies nestling in their couch, a distant sound TV voices in the background from afar, clinking glasses, wooden chairs from closing bars Some dog walkers rush, some just stroll and I’m in the middle of both palm trees’ fronds, like feathers float reaching the moon that shines bright gently touching my face with its light My silhouette fades away the closer…
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One Long Sad Song
This post is a bit different. Consider it a music meme. So, my Spotify’s most frequently recommended playlist for me is called Sad Hour, and that’s okay — I’m an emotional being and I’ll always honor that. But that’s beside the point. I just wanted to post my “mashed song” because I liked it that much! As I was listening today, I picked 1 line or 2 or 3… out of 30 songs and then made it into just ONE long messy sad song. No reason whatsoever other than, as always, have fun with words. Life is not that serious. I’m pasting the list of artists at the bottom. If anyone…
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My Tree: Inside the Heartwood
Like a genealogical tree, I tried to map my attachment history and came back with a treasure chest, only that instead of gold it was filled with regrets, things I already knew; truths that are hard to digest. On a twig, I saw a reason to trace back to larger boughs. And when I reached the boughs, it made me question if they really grew out of the same trunk I’ve known. So I slid down the bark and made it inside the heartwood. There, I saw the pattern. It all looked the same. An infinite circle that mirrored itself with every new coat. Layer by layer, the stories looked…
