The Moon and I

*This is a poem I wrote a week or so ago, and I think I’ve shared it with like, 3 or 4 people. I never entered it into the Poetry class workshop, so it does need some criticism :)

Last night, while you were sleeping,

 the moon and I made a pact:

he’ll stop the reckless tide from bringing in

the dangerous waters

and I, I will be his daughter,

craters tatooed on my skin,

frozen eyes glowing with his radiance.

 

You see, I wanted to be like wendy

forget about peter and

puff out my chest like a grown up,

but  it’s not that easy.

I’ve got veins filled with stardust,

tears blackened by the charcoal we burn with

fires spreading to submerge my

innocence and the ashes

smell like your childhood,

a story I’ve tried to write down,

the ink staining your heart,

drawing the walls of the chamber

which jails your greatest fears from my grasp.

 

So I was hoping,

hoping that if I’d become like the moon

you’d open your soul like the wolves at night

and you would listen,

listen to how I wanted us to be a comet,

otherworldly and untouchable,

daring to scrape against

the boundaries of this world

because we can.

 

But you’re trailing empty bottles behind you,

and you’re still divided by the hourglass,

waiting for her to come back

and you won’t tell me where it hurts.

So I’ve got to let you go,

 

and sit the million endless midnights through

with the moon.

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Collision (a slam poem from way back when)

Moving faster than the speed of love

Running in front of my bullet train

You’re scared of our collision.

Prepared to duck

Hoping I’ll miss

Or out of luck barely scratch the surface

Of the armor you’re worried

Will shatter with my touch

 

I’m begging you to

Open your eyes,

Our road is a dead end

Why not collide

While we still have the time?

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*This is a spoken word poem

Letter to My Little Brother

 

Not so long ago

You were this big

And I was only 10.

I didn’t want to be

Seen alone with you

In case someone thought

You were mine.

 

But you were,

Day and night,

You are mine.

And I am yours-

A title no one can take from you.

So you can tell the world

That I am your sister,

This is who you look up to.

 

I used to sing you lullabies,

Cradled you in my arms

When you bumped your head,

And you had some pretty crazy falls.

But they never seemed to matter

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