Wednesday, March 30, 2022

I am more than the storm

I am the hurricane raging over the ocean/The tidal wave crashing over everything in my path/A tornado devastating the land around me/The lightning bolt setting a tree on fire/The wildfire hungrily eating away at hundreds of miles of forest and woodlands/The angry tremors of an earthquake/The roaring eruption of a long-dormant volcano/The never-ending gale of Lake Superior that sinks ships mercilessly/The sheer terror of being hunted/The eerie silence after a snowstorm/The howling wind of a storm dark sky/The riptide that strikes cold-drenched terror into hearts/The darkest of nights/The days-long downpour that causes destruction by flooded rivers and lakes/The mudslide that eats away at everything in my path.

I am more than the storm. I am the devastating destruction that devours the whole world.


Thursday, March 3, 2022

Shit I Wish I Knew

How far space goes/It’s always expanding; will anyone ever know?/The names of all the constellations (I could look them up)?/How to keep plants alive/How to get over losing someone/The pain of losing someone you love never goes away/How to be brave/Who I really am/But we are always evolving; is there truly a real me?/How to forget you/To erase the memories of you from my mind, my limbs/How to remove the words and lines of poetry you left on my skin/How to let go/Accepting myself/How to follow my passion fearlessly/How to change the oil in my car/How the hell bees fly (they’re not so aerodynamic)/How my brain can hold on to useless trivia I learned six years ago, but can’t remember an important conversation from two days ago, or where I put my keys/How to forget the best books I’ve read so I can read them for the first time again/Where I lose all my pens; I wouldn’t have to keep buying more/How to end this hungry desire for your touch; it’s the dull ache in my chest that won’t ever go/What happens when I die; I wonder if my spirit will roam and wander, or if there is a final resting place/How black holes work/How the boundless depths of the ocean can hold so much life; there is no light at the bottom of the ocean, so much pressure/The endless hours of sleepless nights.

The Ghosts I Wish to Exorcise

The way I felt when I was talking with you, when your name lit up my phone screen. The thoughts I had of you at night as I fell asleep. The ...