Poet's Heart
I have a poet's heart
So open up my veins
And let the ink pour out
The blotches,
Are so pretty
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@siblingpoetry
Poet's Heart
I have a poet's heart
So open up my veins
And let the ink pour out
The blotches,
Are so pretty
The sun shines bright
Golden light through branches
That gives leaves their
pop of color
Which illuminates their greenery
And highlights their shade
On the backdrop
Of the light blue sky
I hear birds chirping
I feel the wind gusting
making leaves shake
Producing a calming sound
A beautiful day indeed
Mirage
Its odd
Missing a mirage
An image of a person
Instead of the person themselves
This perfect person,
Built up in your head
Vs the person
Who breaks your heart
Upon brushing it
The reality of a wake of pain
Vs the hopeful future
You desperately want
The St Louis Pipe Show
Held in an old Masonic Lodge
It attracts eccentric characters
From all over the Midwest
People who like me
Are looking for a good deal
On a quality pipe
And some fine tobacco
Stutter
A tumble,
A fumble,
A stagger,
A st-
St-
Stutt-ter
A stutter
My mouth,
My words
Betray me
Fingers fly,
Across a key board,
Scrawling across the paper
But a stutter,
An inability to enunciate,
To communicate
Words locked away
By uncertainty,
Fear,
Frustration
A jumble in the head
On the tongue
Words almost meaningless
Each syllable a fight
A war to talk
A fumble
In my carreer
A tumble in my pride
My fluency
A stagger
In my love for words
To my confidence
A Long Morning Routine
The first coffee of the day
Has 3 to 4 spoonfuls of sugar
It has store-bought, vanilla-flavored, creamer
It is only meant to be sweet and good for the soul
The second cup of the day
Has no more expensive creamer
Whole milk this time
With only 1 or 2 sugars
This time I want to taste the coffee
Nutty, malty, and not too bitter
This is the cup I drink with breakfast
By my third cup I only need caffeine
I am ready for the bitter reality
No more cream, and only 1 sugar
Just to take the edge off
Give me the darkest, strongest brew
Now I am ready to take on the day
My fourth cup is a glass of ice water
Because I am now dehydrated
Dammit,
Just let me cry
Stop
Looking at me,
With that look in your eye
A Year of Concern
There is worry in the air
That spreads like a plague
From every news source in the USA
Every mind is stressed
Human interaction is feared
No one is sure of what to do
But they all seem to have an answer
Shut everything down
Stop the plague
Quick! Open it all back up
The economy
Doom
Desperation
Despair
Sisters
Sisters,
Whats that even supposed to mean?
Siblinghood I get,
I have a brother
Used to be thick as theives
Now its an awkward dance
Of "how are you"'s
"What are you doing",
"Nothing remarkable
But still wanna talk"
But sisters,
10 and 9 years apart,
I was 7,
We moved,
My sisters didn't
Sisters,
She's family,
I love her,
Of course I do,
We're sisters
But Damn,
I don't know a single thing about her
Her favorite animal,
A white tiger
Favorite color,
Green
Favorite place,
Paris
Things a 7 year old remembers
Shes a mother now
So consumed
She's only a person when alone
Which is damnably hard to do
I don't know her,
I've tried to reconnect
Theres an ocean between us now
Sisters,
More like strangers,
She doesn't need a second sister
Why keep pretending?
The Future is Blind
Somehow, someday
I’ll figure out how to live my own life
Not Dali’s, or Hemingway’s
I’ll find my own voice
Not Tolkien’s, or Sanderson’s
I’ll be at peace with my awkardness
And find expression of creativity
Without being a copycat of
HR Giger, Junji Ito, Joseph Fink
Because in the modern world
The future has already been imagined
Every great music, literature, and art movement
Has already come and past
I’m sitting here trying to decipher my ideas
From greats who probably already thought of them
In this society, what is the difference
Between original thought, and plagiarism
Was I ever even inspired?
Have I ever been creative?
Or do I just read a lot
Acceptance through Craniosacral
Body,Â
Racked with griefÂ
Jerking underneath the weight of it
All consuming Anger,Â
Intermitted cryingÂ
Laughter,
Loud,Â
Angry,
Sobs,
So deep
my breathing
is through gasps
when the body demands air
the heart wont give
For a moment there,
I felt possessed,
Surely this cant be meÂ
Jarring laughter rang in my ears,
Another wave of terror started,
No control over my very body
It is me,
My Anger,
That you left me,
I was 14,
How could you leave me?
Grief filling the spaces,
I still remember
I remember cradling my viscera,
Afraid that my organs will slip out
At the gash I could feel so strongly
I could trace the non physical scar
That I’ve never been colorblind
But that summer I was,
Physically I could see,
But to me,
The whole world was gray
I felt like I couldn't hear,
I was 6ft deep under snow,
Always cold,
Numb,
Feeling beneath the surface,
Trapped in the frozen lake
My heart became
You left.
6 months, roughly
To prepare,
Accept
But I was 14,
You were still my Superhero,
And Superheroes don't die
Dads don't die
Not till they're old and gray
But Die you did.
You were not very old.
You were not very gray.
Time passed.
Angry at it though I was
(Didn’t the world know it already ended,
That the world died when my mom walked down the stairs,
No words required,
That look was unmistakable)
I thawed,
My numbness became less numb,
My feelings still buried,Â
I could now ice skate
Upon my frozen lake
I built a cabin,
Made some campfires,
I could breath again
Without it catching in my throat
I cradled my stomach less and less
My organs no longer pressed at the seams
I woke up,
Like the spring after winter,
From a long nap
I kept my lake,
But life happened around it
Till today.
7 years later
My lake melted
Evaporated all at once
I tried to unpack it long before,
Process it,
I stared at the shovel
But I shoved it down so long,
The shovel was as foreign,
As an alien language,
Not only would I not know where to start,
It felt like everyone in the world
Would be lost
I’ve cried,
But I always stoppedÂ
Right before the cliff
Today I was pushed
Off the cliff,
No parachute
7 years of sorrow,
In an hour,
SER’s are no joke.
I can breath,
The seam isn't lost,
Its still there,
I can bear the weight of it now,
In a way I never could
Before
I’m not stuck,
Between HEAL!!!! Dammit!
And I can’t heal
I’ve accepted,
Seam and All
I’m looking for peace in my life
Searching,
Coming short, finding only vices
I find peace in tobacco smoke
So I can slow the day down and think
I used to pray
Now I meditate
I find the will to keep going
In the coffee I drink in the morning
I’m on my feet for 12 hours
Faking a smile and telling everyone
I’m fine
Telling the truth isn’t good customer service
I am fine, it’s a type of truth
I’m fine with the fact that
My life doesn’t mean anything
I’m fine in the way that dad used to say it
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional
Love Is
Love is midnight feedings, Love is cuddling her to sleep Love is massaging till your hands hurt To hopefully ease some of their pain Love is waking them up to go to bed, Because the couch makes his neck hurt, Even if he's groupy and half incoherent Love is making their favorite food, Even when it's weird Love is remembering they use a spoon and not a fork Love is asking if the barbecue sauce has mustard in it, So he won't be miserable later Love is holding her when all of her 8 pounds is filled with fury Love is walking away, Cause you didnt sleep at all last night And you just. Cant. Anymore. Love isn't slaying a dragon, Or going on a grand quest Love is all the little daily choices All the mini sacrifices Times spent to make their day better
I'm making hot pockets. Want some?
A statement on Love
I've always preferred running, Denial, A fumbling of long stringed words Saying all the wrong things Studying tile and ceiling intently Rather than face the topic at hand I still curl up, Knees against chest, Head turned away But I unfurl on my own Find courage, A willingness to stumble along with you To lay aside my fears and let you in
Enduring love is hard to find.
 Understatement
People change for the best or worst
Don’t know
I was a teenager when I fell in love with my best friend
I was not the best version of myself
but she saw potential in me
now it’s my turn to keep an open mind
while my best friend changes
for the best or worst?
I guess it’s for me to decide.
Enduring love is hard to find
Cashier Complaints
Brianna. Bri. Brienne. My name isn’t that hard. There’s no I and it sounds like it looks
“Where are you from?” “I just have an accent” “Where are you from” “I just have an accent” “Here?” “Kinda”
Double bag that. And that. And that.
Put those together But not those And these there
Go faster, faster, faster There’s a line a mile long
Aisle 10 *cigarettes I don’t recognize* Rude look Rough description of what I’m looking for I don’t smoke, I don’t memorize cigarettes
*light is off* *someone hopped into my lane* “Ma'am/Sir, I’m closed” “I’m closed sorry.” “Can you take me?’ “Im closed.” *they walk off in an angry huff*
*Nothing to say* “You’re too quiet” “How was your day?” (Mine is always fine, Even if I hate my job, Even if my voice feels Like a lion stole it I. Am. Always. Fine)
You look tired