Sometimes it rains.
Sometimes it pours.
But the ocean does not fear the storm.
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Sometimes it rains.
Sometimes it pours.
But the ocean does not fear the storm.
Inferno
I feel the fire
In the pit of my belly -
Burning.
All seven circles of hell
Contained therein.
I am a woman scorned.
25!
25 lines and
Not a single poem.
Only fragments.
Pieces
Of mind.
Each one a little
Syntax of madness.
Punctuated and pierced:
A comma, a semicolon,
An exclamation, an ellipses.
A breath.
A death.
To be kissed on a cold evening as the sun bleeds into the sky…
Sunset clouds look like gashes in the sky. Open wounds, bleeding on the blue. The scars on my arm puff and wisp like stratus and nimbus. Strange, how something beautiful can be tragic; how tragedy looks beautiful.
I still feel you in my veins.
What does nothing feel like?
Nothing feels like me.
Nothing feels like chains,
and
nothing feels like free.
Do you think I enjoy this - keeping up the wall l've built, and the moat that surrounds it? I don't want to feel like a fortress.
I want to feel like a home.
When it rains, it pours -
but
the ocean does not fear the storm.
I need to wash this city
out of my clothes and hair.
& all the memories of you there…
missing you is like having a hunger…
…and the food has been poisoned.
But, oh, how my stomach growls.
Fool’s Gold
“Not all that glitters is gold,”
but
your gleam had me fooled.
And I sold myself to you
…only to learn this truth.
The way I miss you is like an ocean tide -
you ebb and flow in and out mind mind.
I’ve already forgotten
the taste of your name
the
feel of its weight in
my mouth.
you go through friends like
fashion trends
(and now we’re out of season)
He calls me Princess. My white knight - tell me, do fairtytales come true?
I never would’ve believed, until I met you.
His patience with me makes him worthy of beatification. My patron saint. I haven’t said a prayer in twenty years, but I’m on my knees for him.