Something Worthy Of The Sea

Insomnia & Poems & Things

[somethingworthyofthesea]

09/02/2018

I’m sorry.

I feel it in you, your shoulders

Like stone, eyes closed.

Could this be any worse?

We can’t deny the love

Still hopeful yet bleeding

Nor can we ignore

The consequence

Of doing, saying

Nothing.

[poemswords]

[somethinghastomatter]

Cuddled up, preferably naked,

on our couch in our living room.

Our favorite blankets keep us warm

and for a moment there’s no impending doom.

Just you and I, happy to be,

enjoying the cool winter air.

Our windows open, no noise distracting,

only our voices fill our lair.

[poemswords]

[books-n-quotes]

“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[somethingworthyofthesea]

08/30/2018

I lay with brackish rivers

sliding down my face.

These eyes can’t hold

water anymore.

Lost again.

[books-n-quotes]

“Everything is strange. Things are huge and very small.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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[somethingworthyofthesea]

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[somethinghastomatter]

You don’t understand the mistakes that I’ve made.

You don’t understand the simple pleasures I’ve enjoyed.

You don’t understand the pains I’ve had to mend.

You don’t understand the obstacles I’ve encountered.

You don’t understand the triumphs I’ve managed.

Which is why I don’t understand your expectations.

[somethinghastomatter]

One tooth angles slightly in front of the other.

When we’re lying in bed I’ll look and think about kissing it. The problem is you can’t really kiss a tooth, at least not in a way that’s worth trying.

But I think about kissing it still, along with her rosy cheeks that she’s worried are too red, or her legs covered in tiny multicolored bruises like a storied rainbow of bumps and mishaps.

The more I think about her, the more I realize there’s no part of her that isn’t worth a rendezvous with my lips. I can’t look at her and not want to kiss.

[somethingworthyofthesea]

You say I am a flower.

Delicate features, soft natured.

Soft bodied, made to be looked at

and wanted.

You say I am too emotional.

What am I, human?

Maybe I’d have it easier

as a flower.

You’re lucky I’m not, though.

I’d hide tiny knives in my petals,

waiting for you to pluck me

from the earth. Waiting

for nostrils to push in

and then

STAB

I’d cut your nose clean

off.