A Question

Isn't it funny how

a moment before

you could not feel your lips

and now, 

in a second, 

they're vibrantly alive.

Isn't it curious how

what seemed like forever

was a split time frame

that

didn't

even

last

a 

day?

The thoughts are tumbling 

through my mind

like a wave crashing

and circling down into the sand.

My breaths are caught like a hit

in the gut,

and the fear of never being able to 

breathe again

strikes

me

down

in

a

constant.

I blinked.

My lips parted.

As a question. 

Without 

an

answer.

Sometimes Goodbye Doesn't Have to Last

The flower you hold so delicately
has thorns on its stem as it is not so fragile.
The way you caress the satin petals
is as though it will fall through your fingers like sand.
The same fingers that pulls through your hair
as a habit.
But the moment will come when the petals will wilt
and the thorns will grow weak.
And your hands will drop
this limp plant
and it will lay by your feet,
fallen.
But memories last
and the silk that you felt
will linger
hesitantly.

The flower you held so closely
with the thorns that broke your skin
will always reside withing you.
You'll brush your hair
with the same gentleness
that stroked those simple petals.
But there will be another.
With more vibrant colours.
Striking petals.
A stem with less thorns.
A stem without a weight on its shoulders.

But maybe the goodbye to the flower with an ethereal glow
Is not a different greeting other than that of 'Hello'.

It Doesn't Always Start With a Bang

Flashing skies
Illuminated nights
But silence forever before.
Lilting laughs
Stained from grass
Crumbling to the floor.
Simple moments
Silents poets
Invisible memories to hold dear.
Exploding firecrackers
Shadowed afterwards
Crowd filled with content, not fear.
Dancing freely
Tongues like melee
Mountains being moved from emotion.
Walking on water
Chest feeling hotter
Able to control the ocean.
Dark nights
Faded lights
Glowing bright heart.
There was slow breeze
Gentle leaves
and the hurricane did start.

To a Person With Flames Under Their Feet and the Sky in Their Heart

You deserve a thousand flowers
for the thousands of cracks in your heart. 
You deserve millions of stars to bend at your whim
to help your inner mind restart. 
You deserve a billion fish for your eyes to watch
and your infinite love to admire. 
You deserve an infinite amount of expression
to redirect the sickly flames from the fire. 
But how can a person be gifted the sky,
Sun, 
Earth, 
Galaxy?
When it is not meant to be packaged and given away?
But when you look up at the night sky
realize that 
'the world is your oyster' 
and you've made it thus far. 
It's scary, but necessary
and that doesn't make this right. 
But you've been doing so well. 
You've been struggling to fight. 
You deserve a vast amount of things
but you did not deserve this. 
And I know your heart may be shaken
and your mind may be numb, 
but look at how you've been awaken.
And when you look back, you'll see you've won.

Unearthly World that is

I want to dip my hands in a river of stars
and pull them up through my fingers.
Watch as the black liquid drips with tiny suns
while the millions of supernovas linger.
I want to soar in a sky of sea creatures
and dance and twirl with the orca whales.
Breathe in the ocean whilst gripping my reality
but my mind being pulled like wind sails. .
I want to climb down into the depths of a cavern of light
and be consumed by the glittering crystals.
To feel my chest float with awe; ecstasy bound
as my heart becomes torn from a pistol.
I want to sing in the mountains while losing my breath
to feel the chilled air envelope my lungs.
And as I shut my eyes, I would feel the gentle kiss
from the snowflakes that perish so young.
I want to see through the rain to feel its pain
only to have it become my own.
I want to lift up the world, give it a twirl
to shake away the sadness, creating a home.
But more than that, I want to see the Earth smile
beaming like its Savior the sun.
To sense the ease it would bring, opening the sky
making this land feel like one.
But I can't do that.
And I know that.
It is most outrageous to think.
But it's not bad to hope.
And it's not bad to wish.
For this idea,
concept,
foundation;
it's a small step.
So small.
But so real.

A Poem

The sky was so blue
that the ocean became angrily wicked
and the mountains were then torn
because their feelings were being twisted
But one moment held strong
between the sea and its song
as the horizon made them kiss
The earth stood still
with a silence that killed
Oh,
Oh,
it wasn't something to miss.

Calling

I thought I would try to write you a poem

because I could never explain how I felt

but my throat always tightens from sadness

at the cards that I’ve been dealt. 

So I can’t tell you that my knees feel like they’ll give

or that my face is burning away

just because you acknowledge me

and leave me with nothing to say. 

So I thought that I could try

to bring these to words

but I’m falling

but I’m falling

but I’m falling.

Your simple smile towards me

makes my heart jump into my throat

making my mind explode in euphoria

and escape from my emotional boat.

I get so shaky that I can’t tell if I’m cold

or if it’s just from passing you

and I think so quickly that I can’t see

I can’t see if the sky is blue.

So I need to feel your soul

I need you to hear

that I’m calling

that I’m calling

that I’m calling

you

Sleep

Lately I cannot tell
whether or not when I say
that I am tired
if it is out of habit
or if I truly am
tired.
I think I am,
mentally.
Yet I cannot sleep
without some form
of help.
So maybe this
is my mind speaking out
of how
this child
is tired.
She is tired of how
she'll blink away the
day
only to wake
to repeat.
And with this fatigue
that just will not leave
she'll fall asleep
in her world.

My Sunset

I will watch the sun rise
with the faintest memory
of how my lungs became filled
of the scarlets before me
and how when the light
grew above the hill
and draped my eyes
as I felt my heart fill.
I shan't forget how your eyes crinkled
smiling at me as I passed.
Even though my heart is thudding
from the shadow you had cast.
And I'll keep walking
with confusion swelling
and I will keep my mouth shut
because with you, there is no telling
how long you will see me.
But just like you,
the sunrise will fade
into the sky thaw we will watch.
And my heart will trade
itself for a cloud
to make myself feel light.
Even though without the sun
nothing, oh nothing will be as bright.