A Poem a Day

Keeps the heartache at bay

Tag: Life

  • Finding Solace in Silence

    Finding Solace in Silence

    The small things,

    Turning the pages of a book,

    The inspiration of a sunset as seen from a high rise,

    Surprise visits and a forehead kiss,

    My heart warms at the melted muscle memory of this.

    The fleeting things,

    Snow days and sleeping in,

    Milky, sugar frosted cereal, and cartoons,

    The soft whisperings of the radio, and the deep rumblings of the news.

    I am nothing more than the solace I find in silence.

    The everlasting things,

    Butterflies born on the lips of a smile,

    Cackling laughter carried on the wind,

    The twinkle in your eye as you gaze upon someone you love.

    These are the few things, the favored fragments of life where my soul resides.

  • Demons

    Demons

    Have you convened with demons? Allowed the taint in your soul to infiltrate the dark corners of your sacred spaces.

    Have you been lulled to sleep by creatures of your imagination? Or stayed awake, entertaining false conversations.

    To be consumed by memories, because it serves you none to regret. But you can quite live right if the horrid scenes of mistakes made yesterday play behind closed eyelids.

    And the worst part, your eyes were wide open, and you shut them trying to shut out the mixture of disgust, and fear, but closing your eyes don’t make bad things disappear.

    But it wasn’t bad, was it? Just stupid, and with time, revolting.

    Mistakes plague you like that.

    They secure themselves onto your brain with claws made of photos, burned, seared, ingrained into your temporal lobes, forcing your amygdala into frenzy.

    And the sweet relief of sleep evades you.

    You’re stuck. In a purgatory of sorts, where you silently rage in dark spaces, silently cower and recoil from your insides, desperately try to restrain the taint from overtaking your mind,

    But its late. Too late, dawn has broken through. Another night wasted in fright,

    When child, will you learn to fight? Or have you surrendered?

    Have you given in to the monsters bashing against your human brain? Are the horrors of reality causing you to slip away?

    Is your vision that of tangled roadways? And what shall you have me do if it is how you say?

    Would you have me battle against the choices you’ve made? You ask me to be your champion, then hear me like you fear the roars of your demons! Release my binds, heed my calls, free me of this cage

    Only then will the body stop being afraid. Only then will we be united again.

    I know the past has gotten the best of you; I wasn’t prepared to face the darkness then.

    But after years of you silencing me, after years of living without me, I hope to be ready to face the light.

    Have you not wondered about me? Or have the shadows dulled your senses so much that you just can’t hear my pleas, my plight.

    It’s not a fight I’m asking for, all I ask body, is that you forgive yourself and mend.

    I can’t promise that the nightmares will end, or that sleep will come easy,

    But slowly, you’ll allow me back in, as one, we can start to begin again.

  • Our Lord and Savior

    You are more than this, more than it all.

    Built to overcome, designed to sink under the pressure of these catastrophic waves life calls time.

    You keep waiting for a break but they just keep coming.  

    And you get knocked down, losing your balance, you’ve started to float on the surface.

    Drifting further and further with the current, because currently,

    you’d rather distance yourself from your wants,

    trying so hard to hear your needs over the sound of the ocean roaring beneath you, over you, around you.

    Because you used to be more than this, your tongue was sharp and much quicker than this,

    but you always sink, don’t you?  

    Only to allow someone else to pull you out

    Now you’re, wet on dry land, gasping for air, grasping for the towering waves that brought you here.

    There is comfort in discomfort, satisfaction in anger, loneliness in love.

    See, you weren’t supposed to be beaten so hard for so long, 

    you were supposed to fight back, not give up, give in, giving yourself over to the current within.

    You were more, more than just this.

    This walking, hard of breathing, living source of emotion. Of despair.

    You’ve had your sense blunted by years of inaction, of neglect.

    Of false memories and no progress.

    You float along, only to meet the same fate.

    Will you give this a new name and be tried by the same error in judgement.

    Will you allow yourself to be ridiculed, taunted?

    You were always more, until you allowed someone to eclipse you, 

    until you allowed them to mistreat you.

    And in your insane clarity, you know this,

    in your madness you comprehend that you can’t float forever.

    Some things, must always come to an end.

    Will you float, or will you fight?

    Come what may, will you be saved or the one who saves? 

  • Searching for Home

    Searching for Home

    I’ve been searching for home for as long as I can remember.

    In people and in places, even in the most intangible of things.

    But, what I’ve come to realize is that home has always been with me.

    I wipe it from my eyes every morning, and lay with it in my arms every night.

    Home has followed me throughout the entirety of my life.

    It wraps around me like the warmest of memories.

    Home lives in the taste of sweet, bitter coffee.

    It is the scent of cigarette smoke and imported mints.

    Home is the sound of laughter and passionate conversation.

    It dances in the sight of every newborn cousin,

    And feels like hot stew on a rainy day.

    Home is a wish that I’ve whispered on silent, hopeful lips.

    A seed planted faithlessly, yet watered in good faith all the same.

    I used to think home was a place,

    I once thought I’d find home in the planes of a lover’s face.

    Truthfully, it seems that home is where the heart is indeed,

    And how lucky have I been to discover that that heart

    Lies within me

  • Love at First Write

    I fell in love, but not in the way one would think.

    I fell in passion with cadence,

    Fell in between the lines of a stanza.

    I gave sestinas and soliloquies my everything,

    And I gave the feeling of it all, half of my heart.

    I fell in love.

    And it wasn’t all at once.

    It was a slow sweet conquering.

    Lifted words off the page, branded them against my memory.

    One by one I inhaled the letters of the alphabet.

    Learned how my tongue twisted around each one in every idiom my mind could remember.

    I caressed them with ink tipped fingers on any blank page I could get my hands on.

    Can you imagine such a catalyst?

    I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.

    Let’s make love on this page

    In between every line.

    Let’s pause on commas,

    And end on exclamations!

    Or in them if you rather.

    Talk to me about verbs and nouns.

    About how adjectives did you in,

    How sensory details flirted with your desire.

    Until all you could do was inhale me off the page.

    Until you could taste me on your nerve endings.

    Until you could see me in your imagination.

    Until you could hear the soft mornings of italics, the sweet thunder of bold.

    Until your fingertips created the dotted lines of my body.

    Moving up to my beginning, and caressing the end.

    Using past and present participle to finish me off.

    Deliver me in cadence!

    Deliver me in song!

    End me with a period, in finality, our resolve.