#mypoems

[desimarianne]

hot summer night, mid-july © amber khanzadeh

[vibs-4951]

Come on, superman

say your stupid line

My Poetic Musings

I would let your blade

Sink into my heart

Only if you promise

To kiss it before you do

And I would let you drown me

On the tainted lies that left your lips

I would let you rip my heart to shreds

With the same old blunt blade

To choke me

with the same hand that fed me

At the altar

Where you vowed to love me-

Till death do us part

Was all you whispered

Yet I didn't dream of you being

The one to pierce my heart

I can still taste your betrayal

On my tongue

Yet I drink the taste of it

And again, I am at the altar

Where we first locked

Our eyes upon

But this time, I can only let you go

like the blood seeping out the wounds

you caused

[philophobicss]

[nahkalaka]

— chapbook: wilding

[victormalonso]

Where would I be without the sea? | © víctor m. alonso

[I am a son of this planet; I was born by the sea. The milk I sucked from my mother's breast when I was a child was brackish, the same as you. I am a son of this land, of this planet that sinks into the mystery of salt in the enigmatic navigation of the waves; my blood has the same ingredients of a mother's milk, the one I told you above, the same cosmic components that have the ocean waves, or the silent and sometimes rough shore where I reflect the shape of my soul every day and every night]

victormalonso.com

[loveletterstoadirtybastard]

Welcome Home

I yearn for the day I finally get to come home. The day I get to come home to you. No matter where you are, your arms will welcome me. In the orange light of sundown, when night draws near, I will weep in your embrace. Tears of comfort and relief will paint my face, as I color yours with kisses. We'll sit on the moss-cushioned stone, laced with blooming ivy. I'll press my lips to your temple, and rest your head in my lap. While the sun sinks beneath the ocean, I'll place purple flowers in your hair, and watch as your cocoa-colored vision only sees the light from behind your eyelids. And when Mother Moon shyly rises to turn her face towards the sea, I will hum a tune, one wonderfully bizarre, that we both know so well. Once you wake from your slumber, I'll sweep you into my arms, and I'll hold you to my chest. And when the fireflies try to pull you away from me, I'll take your hands and pull you right back. We'll dance like this, for hours, until our feet ache and our hearts are full. Until the sun rises yet again, and the sienna sky turns your eyes into flames. Until the lightning bugs release their grasp on you, and you are mine once more. I will cherish the thought of being beside you. I am holding my breath until that moment. Until the moment I hear: "Welcome Home."

[sanfords]

i don’t know if we can ever truly be friends. our definitions are different. we have a history, it’s not like we’re starting anew. i don’t know if my heart will always love you, even as the sand slowly falls into the mound at the bottom of life’s hourglass. but with you in my life, i fear i’ll always long for something more. something you never gave me,  and something you never will.

[rathockey]

where's home

border control asked me "where’s home?” and I stumbled over my words half choking out a “Chicago” that feels empty Chicago is where I live where’s home? when I was at sleepaway camp summer after fifth grade someone asked me “where’s home?” and I told them Germany before I realized they meant “where do you live?” where’s home? “home” isn’t real to me I stand just outside “home” in the cold and dark staring through the window at a warmly lit room filled with friends and family where’s home? home hasn’t been real since I turned ten and we left Michigan where’s home? I taste home every time I step outside on a snowy night but it never sticks where’s home?

- original poem