shaky hands clasping yours
grasping at air
screaming but it's smothered in my throat
begging to stay
fragments of my soul burst
the pieces frame you like a halo
my angel
my loveliest mistake
and me
gorgeous in spectacular ruin
heavenly
if only because your part of me is dead
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.
The curves of your lips rewrite history"
~
Oscar Wilde
tears streaming
angry fists
bedsheets clenched and unclenched
all the fire i haven't felt in a while
cold flames
untamed
blazing quietly in the four walls
of my small room
anger
roaring silently
past my blinds stream rays of sunlight
shadows under oaks
sparrows perched chirping on fences
stones scatter the creek bed
i'll miss you, home
two thousand miles away, i'll love you
crashing coastlines to sunkissed cherry trees
i'll leave my soul here
care for it well
she floats
suspended in the eye of the storm
a feather twirling
weightless
or perhaps
simply dormant
until she decides
it is time
to bend the clouds to her will
20
matted beard, chestnut hair,
greasy shirt, greasy eyes
behind me at the gas station
i wore a skirt today
fill my gas and
go, go, go
18
sunny san francisco, in the corner of my eye
white seagulls, white tank top
red bridge, red cargo pants
tourists fill the pier
his voice carries above the crowd
three of us
three pairs of boots, rushing away
. . .
12
baseball cap, old nike shorts,
stubble
strolling in the park, passing the bathroom door
once, twice, thrice,
closer
i wait for my mom to come out
wearing bright pink shorts and fear
our time is limited
days short
minutes finite
seconds infinitesimally small
a negligible tick on the timeline
against the stream of millennia
each life miniscule and fragile and yet
and yet
it is something out of nothing
1 from an infinite 0
consciousness and order
out of empty disorder
each precious life
carved from space and time,
captured from the infinity of the universe
~
hmm an older take on this: capturing infinity take 1
Oak sap in my driveway
Sticky soles
I run out to greet you
I wish you could stay
Drizzles in California
Wetting rusty fences
The sky weeps on cracked tennis courts
I wish today lasted decades.
Sun rays warm our laced fingers
Messy hair tumbled by the wind
Golden gate above sea salt
I wish I could hold you forever.
"Hot summer nights, mid-July...
the way you'd play with me like a child"
-- Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful
There is something so intoxicating about summer.
Whatever essence it is that this season carries,
I want to wrap it up and collect it in a jar.
There's so much romance and nostalgia
That comes with road trips and wind swept hair,
It's like living in the flashes between a movie montage.
But I think the magic is that it ends.
That the drunk nights and dry sunlight are just a blink in time.
The glory of summer is embedded in youth,
When this season was for vacation and fun and laughter.
And the beauty of it all was that it came and went too quickly.
And each year we would wish and pray for the time
To live in its moments again.
Summer was golden.
It was a thing to be remembered,
A blur of happiness to hang on to the rest of the time.
Because summer vacations end.
One day we rinse the sand off our sandals and go back to school for the last time.
Summer is childhood and one day those months are gone.
