Stopping by the Prose on a Glowy Evening
Whose words these are I surely know.
His poem is on the website, though;
He may not see me reading here
To feel his verbalight aglow.
My fingers, locking, pull me near
To stop and think as words appear
Between the loading page's wake.
No gentle write as uploads clear.
My fingers, scrolling, raise the stake
And I just simply cannot break.
The wand of pen, a zen filled sprite
Of verbalight for poesy's sake.
This site, this Prose, engulfs my sight,
But I have deadlines I must fight,
And words to go, so I must write,
And words to go, so I must write.
Daybreak, and your voice is a lingering breath
your presence is an imprint warming
my now orphaned breasts
the lightning still flickers and taps
maddening code from brain to heart
Daybreak, and shadows are chased
to their beckoning corner
your stormy eyes are studies in fever-pitch
your irresistible, irrepressible mouth
a smeared fire-engine stain
do we accuse my own love-swollen lips?
Daybreak, and the silence is infinite
you pretend at nonchalance
but your beautiful hands tell another story
you are near enough to touch
and all the more distant
Daybreak, and we are already spent
ruptured to opposite ends of the room
backs bidding one another farewell
the door is now salvation, resolute
leaving me was always a hollow threat
you will make good on old promises.
Daybreak, and I capitulate
among the splinters of our heartbreak
you have departed without remorse
my will crushed in your dilapidated suitcase
as you feign the lightness in your step
In response to @Firdaus poem "Midnight". Link to original post:
Dear friend, listen and know
They say you can become anything you wish to be.
I know you do not like what you have become.
You find the tiniest things to hate about yourself and close your heart when someone wants to come in
Your mind is a house, you serve tea to your thoughts,
you decide which ones get to partake and which ones must go.
You view yourself through a Fun House mirror.
And decide to never listen.
You like my poetry so hopefully you'll look at this one.
L, pay attention.
You are the sunlight that comes in through your bedroom window.
The dust particles that dance beautifully in the air.
A shooting star, your skin is star dust darling.
You are infinite, unable to be contained.
for you are made of thousands of colors.
Sometimes I swear you're made of christmas lights.
Laughs like tiny bells and smiles orange slices.
You never notice how DEEP joy and love is stuffed into your skin
Sometimes you forget it's there.
Like a shirt in the back of the closet you thought you gave away.
I know you are more loved than you think.
You choose who you are.
And you might not like what that is right now,
But one day, you will look back at yourself,
smile fondly at the memory and feel nothing but love.
I am a virgo, so I imagine my life in the future more often than I should.
But when I do,
you are in it, and you are alive.