Poems · writing

Talking to Myself

By the end of Sisyphus Part 4 I didn’t know who I was anymore

Ageless and nameless I melt in the rain

You’re doubting me, timing me,

Daring me to get up again

And is it any wonder when I do?

Do these failings still come as a surprise to you?

In a minute I’m busy.

Some thoughts they surround me

I’m barreling through the rain:

Waiting to be caught.

Wilting under and then growing into the pain

I’m finding you;

I’ll be home soon.

Look for me sighing,

Somewhere under the moon

Poems · writing

Apparition

I think of things that scare me

Sometimes in the dark of night

A scratching at the window

Is all it takes to switch on the light.

I creep around, keeping watch,

Making sure every bolt is safely locked.

I know it’s a silly notion,

Living on the third floor,

But

Sometimes still I imagine a shape,

Silhouetted beyond the balcony door.

Poems · writing

Deep Breath

In the quiet

In-between zones

No one watches

No one judges

No one holds expectations

For a moment I don’t exist

And I’m grateful for the dark


Posting schedule? What posting schedule?

Oh my gosh I’ve been so inconsistent this summer. I blame the awful heat. Since school has started back up I should be back on track posting-wise though!

Poems · writing

Abandon Ship

Who can see me through this guise,

My poorly hidden pantomimes.

I’m looking at my overbite,

My worry lines, unsightly eyes.

And once I’ve beaten all the drums,

The meter’s set, my day is done,

They’ve taken off all at a run

And I’ll be here left in disquiet