Buried In Words
Images of Thought
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Water Maid Calypso​
She was the sea
Crossing shores
Touching more
People with one wave than they took
one look at
Or steps into
Her life
Such could not be stopped
As she rose with the tide
Ebbing, flowing
Watching, knowing
She was the sea
Controlled by the moon
Harnessed only by
The land around her
But not the people
Eroding away old soil and making
Anew, her mark onto the ground
Into Mother Nature's skin
Into her soul
Crashing
Her waves into the memory
Of a thousand people a day
She was the sea
Filled with all the life in her she could
Breathe.
Filled with oxygen and lacking all
Home to all creatures that would be welcomed
No matter their worth
From the smallest plankton
To the whale-shark, starfish, coral
Fish and shrimp
Because no matter how people
Tried to corrupt her
Pollute her
She kept surviving, kept thriving
Even as trash clung to her skin
Dried her up
Threatened to choke her
She carried on
Using her waves to shake off the garbage
Asking kind souls for help if she could
not free herself alone
But she never stopped being herself
She was the sea
And the night sky rose to keep her
The sun shone through her
Illuminating all the beauty inside
While still disguising the parts meant
To stay as sacred spires
Only to be explored by true divers
She was complicated
Unfinished by researchers
Holding all the secrets to herself
Still so much of her unknown
Undiscovered deep in the depths
In the dark, where creatures lurk
A warning to: Look out
Light doesn't reach down here
But there is an entire performance
As little fish light this darkness
Shaking her to core
Darling
​
Darling of light,
Darling of flight,
where hides your smile so?
To be caught in a star-shower
I thought you'd be glad,
but I've sprouted wings to carry you
back home.
It seems these falling stars
are no match for the air
that keeps us floating.
And I know black wings are nothing
to be fond of,
but when I am fond of the stars,
it does not matter, because you
shine bright enough to keep us
both aloft.
My darling.
My darling.
Darling of light,
Darling of flight,
where hides your sparkle so?
Is it maybe you think the moon should
outshine you? Or maybe
it is that you think you may fall
away from your own light?
Oh, but my darling,
what if you fly?
Wave a new story Surf a new song Swim against the current of words Torrents shall not keep you From reaching high tides Before being swept away And erasing every mark Made in the sand By your soul
White trees, white noise Snow strewn in flakes Little town with fires burning To keep their snowmen warm Street light illuminating Stone roads, stone cold This frozen town of life Suspended in this memory Of the first snowfall
I am you You are me Wilting lillies back to back Facing forward Looking behind Crowning trees facing flame I burned as you charred me Lying flat on the ground to breathe As I choked on your smoke Filling my lungs with water as they Tried to douse the flames Heat made the water boil and steam I cried tears that only fed the fire as it Chased the oxygen of your breath Back to me
i'm just lying on the floor, asking the ceiling for advice but my cat answers instead, with no more insight than the walls
To wear this tired life on our backs & carry our own gravestones Talking ourselves to death & writing poems only rags would read
She brings the night as a sea on her robe With moons so white they shine as bright stars We on the ground shall wonder what they are As she sweeps the darkness back to her lobe
I am frost with a heart of fire Teaching the flames to burn brighter Bringing shame onto the pyres Freezing over the mire
Flowers wilt under your touch, for you are so cruel and delicate that they swoon when you threaten to cut their petals Deceived with your magic and the roots of their skeletons will watch from behind granting redemption if you keep the butterflies free and flying and do not snip at their bodies for they are beauty's keepers With dead flowers in your hair their wings will resurrect the fallen and the great mother will grant you salvation by planting a garden in your corpse
Consume. Consume all with your hands what the mind cannot Consume with your mind that which you cannot hold All you do is consume with no regard "Consume" is all you knew You felt consumed in turn When screens light up On late nights where light and darkness Were consumed by You being, alive and seeing That you were so consumed by Consumer products and you Had become blinded by it
give me shelter from this wretched life that snatches away life and replaces our hearts with puddles of tears give me shelter in the alcove of your arms where i do not have to feel this fear
Dear sister, little Vivian I'm tipping off the post Losing my balance more than most So far away in our world Meeting in our dreams I can't feel you near me You're up in the air Stuck in that dark world Up in the attic with nothing but water Creating a miracle Parents have left you I don't understand why we're far out of reach White and red are blurring My world's still turning We're clinging to the post Keeping fragile balance More than most Feel your breath Hearts beat in one chest
I'm writing this poem on a whim Where I can't sleep and This photo seems too beautiful To be real. Nothing is altered or Nothing can be altered And just like the billions of stars in the sky, never changing and ever changing We do so much of the same Stuck in the middle of a water bed Like a boat, gazing at beauty But not knowing how to sleep And still stay afloat With the reassurance the starlight will keep us from drowning In awe
Burnout
​
this life essence burns away
the wick that is our time
how beautiful the flame is
even when we are reduced to ashes
lit by the match of birth
we glow, capturing the attention of
curious eyes in & out of focus
when children get too close and
burn their fingers to get older
fire of candlelight and wax
melting away at self-esteem
leaving marks of searing memory
flames dwindle and grow, following
oxygen to the next consumable product
unsatisfied by society's smoke
welcomed to light their dark souls again
by the coals of death
Broken Time
​
Hey, do you remember this place?
When we were just kids,
we played
there.
And I can still see our little
silhouettes, flitting back and forth
as clear as night.
When we would hide and
tell our stories,
monsters were only a thing of fiction
and little shivers down our spines.
But when our beautiful silence was shattered by
the calls of parents, we knew that this
"being in trouble"
was far worse than any danger we'd ever face.
So we'd part and face demons
far greater than we could defeat alone
on a day-lit battlefield.
I thought monsters were supposed to be
scarier at night,
because then they could pop out of the shadows.
But we loved the night, and its cloth was our shield.
When we'd sneak out to meet again,
you'd heal my wounds and
I'd be your hero,
our army made up of a thousand
invincible soldiers.
Because with you, I was more than invincible.
Always.