My Poem Collection

[sanguineanima]

I’m tired of straining

The pulp pain from my art

For the virtue of palatability

I’m tired of men

Defining virtue and true femininity

A heretical guide to a world unknown

I’m tired of men

Avaricious soul sucking beasts

How can a woman not represent Christ

As a priest

When I see a cross in every matriarch I’ve known

Bleeding for our sins

There is a doe in the forest

Frail and gasping

She begs for mercy

But it’s autumn

She begs for mercy

But it’s spring

[sanguineanima]

I am a fetus

Weeping inside a womb

Coddled by darkness

Neglected to be heard by the alien world

I am a single planet

Shining dimly like a star

Trapped in the night sky

Without a companion

I am a person

Shoved and turned about

By the ever shifting and eternal sea

A crowd of people

[onceuponseptember]

Fear use to keep me isolated

Because of anger now I can’t stay quiet

I feel my constant swirling thoughts

Digging in my skin

I want to fly to India

And mediocrity to end

Vanity of surface level faces

Waving hello and goodbye

Insanity of an aimless passerby

If I have something to offer

If I could just be a martyr

Everything might mean something.

[onceuponseptember]

I wrestled You and lost

I decided to count the cost

How beautiful is this limp

Instead of jumping the gate

And fleeing from no one

My Beloved carries me

[onceuponseptember]

It pleased me

To paint each freckle on your cheek

And for each mole on your skin

With a small brush

I swiped an eyelash upon your eye

Forming each finger and toe

I watched you sigh and stretch

In utero

I cradled your being before any other

Before your mother or father

I AM

I will protect you

Using a tree as My shield

I will kiss your skin

I will wash away all sin

The winter has melted into spring

Now that you’re close to Me

You can hear Me sing

I’ll teach you the words

Just keep following

And when I leap

I know you will keep up with Me

Together we will climb trees

Together you will be able to see

Through the eyes of Me

It Is Finished.

[onceuponseptember]

I’m used to Your lightning

Striking down vain imaginations

I’m used to the impact on my feet

From Your hands turning my around

Oh God help me survive the pressure

Now I know why You’re the refiner

Please kill the impurities

Please kill the ugly

Please do it quickly

What’s left of me?

Love

Reframe my vision and my words

Reframe every dream exalting itself

Above your name

Cause my tongue to stick

To the roof of my mouth

Teach me how to love

[onceuponseptember]

It feels that no true time has passed

We consistently live in the present

To my shock I started to find grey hair

To my amazement I will find laugh lines

Overnight

Who am I?

Am I an ever changing being

Or am I still a small, scared, child?

Are you?

[onceuponseptember]

Photos of you

Take me on a trip to my old house

That I haven’t seen in a decade

And foolishly, to my surprise

The shrubs are cut down

Trees uprooted

And new children live inside

Do they see the crack in the wall

That I saw?

Do they see the the same patterns

In the splattered paint on the ceiling?

This family has their own routine

Bustling about and staying busy

What am I doing here?

Why am I haunting?

[onceuponseptember]

To be the one that writhes

And sees what no other eyes see

To hear what no other ears hear

Is reality skewed?

Or is this one in tune

With waters that flow

Underground?

To be Nostradamus

Without self-pity

Angers the vultures that swarm

And the passerby’s

That slowdown on an interstate highway

To see the wreckage of a crash

How lonely it is to be

The one who sees

What lies beneath

Freedom is accompanied

By heavy chains

Dragging behind your feet.

[onceuponseptember]

This entity

This principality

Is more than a mere human

I can hear it growling

I dance around with puppet strings

Wrapped so tightly around my neck

I can’t breathe

And I’ve outgrown my ballet shoes

This creature pushes and pulls me

In an unconsentual waltz

Turned my head to the right, to the left

Breaking my arms

Stirring my thoughts

I see now

I was made with limbs to leap

Limbs to flee

Limbs to rest

Limbs to weep

Limbs to sleep

I was not created with limbs

To be handled by strings

Illusions are a very dangerous thing

Should I despise my birthright,

And lust for an Ishmael?

I will feel my pain

No, I won’t escape

I will let these parts of myself burn

Like deadwood to rot in the ground

And out of my spirit

Cherry blossoms will bloom

Fruit will grow.

[onceuponseptember]

Even now I see

Birds of prey circling

Why was I conceived, O Creator?

Just so I could grieve?

I dreamt of legs like deer

Free and skipping over fear

So I’ve tried to catch rainbows

And glimpses of hope

Like butterflies

In the palm of my hands

What will it be like on the outside

Of Plato’s Cave?

To feel eternal peace

At Heaven’s gate? 

Why do You write Your love notes

In the mountains and hills?

Do You like to be chased, too?

[onceuponseptember]

There’s a grace

When you’re in love

Where you don’t need to speak

And yet there’s mutual understanding

Looking into a sky of different stars

And seeing the same thing

Looking into each others eyes

And the turning world is ceasing

To shout and stir

This feeling is encapsulating

Hush

[onceuponseptember]

I have faith in God

But I don’t have faith in me

And that I can be everything

I’m supposed to be

I believe He created me with a destiny

But He left this free will mess to me

If He gave me a sign would I notice

If He gave me wisdom would I use it

I have total confidence in Him

But I don’t trust myself and where I begin

[onceuponseptember]

Bird

I’ve grown accustomed

To the perimeter of my cage

I spend time in different corners

Day to day

I forgot who I used to be

Before I was locked inside

The memory escaped me

Of times I used to sing

And sit in trees

Just experiencing life

And now I just exist

Trying to sleep days and nights away

Will I ever remember?

[onceuponseptember]

Ambition

Only if I could be a child again

Holding my mother’s hand

Through busy streets and sidewalks

Needing not look where my feet might be

Her hand is guiding me

When freckles were angel kisses on my skin

I could catch sunbeams

And pick dandelions

All I knew was innocence

Every day had purpose

My heart was full

Daydreaming

I have nothing left to fight for

Am I alone now?

[onceuponseptember]

When I look at the stars

Which pulsate with light like a heartbeat

In the sky

My breath is taken away

With my feet up on the dashboard

I feel free

Hair blowing in the wind

Music vibrating the car

My breath is taken away

Now I’m trapped in my home

A familiar wilderness

A black pool I just fell into

How can I claw back

Into days of innocence

Days of vitality

Days of meaning

I don’t have to feel joy

I don’t have to feel happy at all

I just want to know I’m not wasting my time

And the time of those around me

By existing

Creating poems no one will read

Art that no one will see

Thinking thoughts no one will consider

What is legacy?

[onceuponseptember]

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