You came back into my life
like an overnight snowfall,
one morning I woke up
and there you were:
soft, but ominous.
Tag: creative writing
it will not be the same as before
I believe, if I see you again,
it will not be the same as before.
We will both be different people
than the first time,
reuniting as new strangers
not old friends.
Maybe for the better
with us both in the same place
and at the right time,
a chance to try again
carve a new path together through the brush.
Maybe for the worse
with us still in different places
serving as a cold, stark reminder
that we will never be more
than what we are.
It will not be the same as before
for better or worse.
best kiss
When I ask,
“what was the best kiss you ever had?”
your memory dances,
I can see the sparkle in your eyes.
Who were they
where did it happen
did you see it coming
had you forgotten about it until now?
Let’s sit here in memory
if only for a moment.
give them a voice to leave you
Adorn your fears, your insecurities,
your uncertainties,
with vocality.
Give them a voice, give them sounds
so they can leave you
and live here, out in the open,
under the observation of perspectives
other than your own.
You cannot do this all on your own.
We are here to help you.
emotions from a wild mind
Taking control over me
they have climbed into the driver’s seat
to steer off in a new direction
deviating so far from where I was
and wanted to stay.
Emotions
turned free from a wild mind
to cause mayhem and disrupt the planned route,
pushing me to the cliff’s edge
without my feet ever touching the ground.
Too far to turn back around,
I cannot jump back on to the ledge
once I descend in air,
so I fall
and drag you with me.
If only I could take a firmer hold of the wheel
and stay in the lane,
I would.
longing heart
How do you tell them
how your heart aches to see them,
be near them, hear their story
and of the expansive burst in your chest
you feel the moment you see them?
When you say
“I’ve missed you”
or “It’s so good to see you”
do they also hear the words you want to say
but don’t?
Sometimes words cannot do justice
the bodily sensations of love and longing,
you know it by feeling
and hope they feel it too.
remember the slow walk
Footsteps slow down
heel to toe motion
toes connect one by one with the ground
sensations traveling back to my brain
this is how it feels to walk slow
walk with intention and grace
tension releases
calm expands.
Remember.
I think I see it now
Maybe I was looking at the wrong one
all along.
Were you there, in the background,
waiting for me to realize
and see?
I think I see it now.
I think I see you now,
at last.
feel the sun
Coming out the other side
of the tunnel, long and dark,
where I can feel the sun again.
Not completely through,
but further along than yesterday
and the day before.
Keep chasing the sun
until I can plant both feet
and leave a shadow behind.
engulf
All happiness is gone,
sucked and drained out of me
by a baster
that feels small, but powerful.
I see it transfer all it took from me
and walk far away into the distance
to somewhere and someone else.
I am left here,
this hollow, void shell of a body
with nothing inside.
I see other people
who have fought off these basters
or never encountered them at all,
and don’t want to be near them
for when comparisons start
and I pretend to be full like them
the void magnifies,
and engulfs me.
It engulfs me.
Dawning Words 