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.
0Collision (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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