Twisted

The inconsistency of my thoughts

tangles me with myself.

I am unable to control 

the footsteps of my mind.

As my left leg longs

to step right,

my right leg reaches

to the left,

yet I know

that I should only move forward. 

I trip over myself

and fall more times

than I can stand,

so I remain

twisted

on the path to virtue.

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Erupted Galaxy

I ache at the memory
of your unclouded eyes,
as I recall the clear,
crystalline reflection
that vividly portrayed
me–
Only me.
Now, when I catch glimpse,
I see that the galaxy
has erupted
and each and every star
fell into your eyes.
Blinded by the reflections
that now infest your mind,
you can no longer
remember mine.

The Cleanse

Step into the tide
and let the waves crash
over your tarnished being
and drown the demons
that infested
your desiccated soul.
The crowd of emptiness
welcomed the onslaught
and all you could was allow
them to encroach on you.

Find the sea and step
into the tide–
the water will wash
the afflictions away.

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This is the first poem I’ve written in awhile because I haven’t had much time to write or think about things to write. So, it’s not my best but it’s something. I didn’t want to stop writing and forget that I love it so much. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a few more out this week. I hope you enjoy!

The Stranger Who Stood Next To Me

I don’t know
who will read this,
but I know you
never will
but there’s this alarm
sounding throughout my system
signaling that it’s time
for me to wake up.

I need you to know
that I will miss you
and everything
I once believed in.
I’ll miss the times
when life was simple
and I looked toward
the future
because it was us,
together,
taking on the world.

I have been dreaming
of those days,
hoping they would return,
but as I’ve been lying
in my dream state of mind,
I’ve found it hard
to open my eyes
to a you that I’ve never known.

But as I’m slowly waking,
I can see the truth– you
have never been you.

I needed you to be
who I thought you were,
so I closed my eyes
and erased all of the signs
that could have helped me realize
that you were just a dream,
a figment I created
out of the stranger
who stood next to me.

The Plunge

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My fingers are turning blue from the cold.
The numbing,
aching,
unable to move your body
more than a shiver, cold.

Crystallized droplets
softly touch my bare skin.
I stand, ankle deep
in the white snow
surrounded by venturers
ready to take the plunge.
As I’m thinking to myself,
what have I done?

I wrap my arms around my naked stomach-
freezing from the gentle breeze,
waiting for the whistle
to signal movement.

Fweeeeeeet!

I trudge through the cotton-laid ground,
Splash-
quickly burying myself in the sea
of ice and fear.

Once the waters reach my waist,
I can no longer bear
the bitter bite of the frost.

Turning around,
I head back to the solid ground
to find warmth and comfort
in the knowledge
that I will never try that again.

The Wind That Blew Me Away

I could feel it in my bones that day.

The once gentle breeze
picked up and tossed itself
toward me, blowing away
every shattered piece of myself
that sat on the surface of my skin.

I had never brushed off
those broken pieces.

I wore the shrapnel
of my own war–
I wanted everyone to see
that I arose from a battle.
I wanted them to know my pain,
my hurt, my anger.
I wanted an excuse to barricade
myself from the world
so that I no longer stood a chance
of ever breaking again.

But that day,
the calm draft
suddenly turned bitter.
The wind swept away
every last remnant
of all that had once
been fractured.

I tried to capture the pieces
as they floated away.
I reached up
and grasped at the air,
but all I caught
was dust.