Silence (poem)
In silence, I grasp my heart
Take it in hand and shape it
(more…)
I’m feeling a little broken
right now
I’m sure there are better things
(more…)
We dream of things. We all do, sometimes. We all wake up from worlds without end, often without remembering what made them so wonderful.
There’s something in my hand—like a stone, a jewel glinting in the darkness, or a ball of yarn unwinding down the path toward treasure…
I gasp for air, a nameless cry
The tears that will not spring to eye
The groans unspoken, breaking free
I swallow them back down in me
drink down the sun, like a golden
beam seeping into my heart
play it again in the morning
draw it back up and restart
wake me now
the world’s all up
sun in the sky
and tea in my cup
slow down now
and play that song
the song that carries
my heart along
Remind me tomorrow
When weariness passes
And when all my classes
Are geared toward the doing
And less the get throughing
joy is one of those things
you have to reach out and catch it
remember the things that you love
in the moments that don’t feel enough
what is the worth of a poem, caught in the hand
the words that tumble over and over themselves
poured out of a heart that’s too full, a mind that’s too loud
maybe someday, somehow I’ll figure it out
the stars along their endless track
shine over ages cut through time
shine in my heart and shine on my eyes
no matter how dark, there is light
For F and Y
I dream of you when I shall sleep
and in my heart, all memories keep
of every day you loved me too
I will not stop from loving you
new days come upon us and find us waiting
hope springs anew within our beating hearts
that today, the daylight finds us saving
all our dreams, and promises come through
wake me now, open my eyes—
my heart and mind feel locked inside,
and somewhere where my dreams are kept
is also where my light has slept
so wake me up, just as the sun
right before the day’s begun
morning wakes my dreams again
can’t I take the world by storm?
I ache to be more, fluttering hard
against this silk cocoon
For F and Y
I feel bruises
on my heart
that’s where you used to live
and where the fire started
just beneath the crest
of collarbone
buried in my flesh
just like my beating love for you
stronger than my heartbeat pulse
but every word you took to me
like knives and wounds you beat on me
bruised my heart
and now it cries
for you
love is the tie that binds
the wandering child to its home
and draws me back again no matter
how far the heart may roam
hello, new year!
don’t fly away
so quick, so fast
keep new days near
and hold my hand
don’t disappear
before my work is done