Poetry
New Beginnings
It’s not the fireworks
in the sky
It’s not the new holiday
Or season
Where open fields
Of flowers bloom
Like the warmth
of the sun
Nobody can dictate
The dawn
There is no single
Moment
Like a tree,
it grows
Ever so slowly
It returns
A seed plants itself
in your heart
Roots weave themself
through your mind
As time goes on,
Rings form around you
Like protection
around and around
They go in strength
And through healing
Over and over and-
We regrow
Awaiting the next
Forest fire
Again and again and-
We sit patient
And stay quiet
Time and time and-
For our new beginning
Happy, happy sister
Happy, happy sister
You call out to me
2 a.m. and still awake
"Look at the stars,
No, not stars, see
They move! Not stars
Aliens Amber! Look
Amber! Get over here
And look, look at the
Aliens with me!"
I don't go.
Happy, happy sister.
I stay sleeping
She barges in
Happy or angry
An angry-happy, a
Balancing act
Of the two.
Happy, happy sister
Is it so wrong?
An edge, itch
To her skin
Hands that shake
In anticipation
Is it so wrong?
Thighs the size
Of her wrist, wabble
Underneath the weight.
Is it so wrong?
Her face a shattered
Version of the sister
I once knew,
I see the anger
In her eyes and
Through her mouth.
I see her happiness
Her addiction through
The holes she's picked
Out. fingernails with
Blood and skin still
Inside.
She doesn't sleep
She just looks to the sky
All night
Is it so wrong
If It upsets me,
Scares me?
Happy, happy sister.
Never more happy
Than in death.
We were warned
We were warned
now, we grieve
Wordsworth
and frost and-
Didn't Listen
To the Grand,
The sky,
To our heavens
I miss it, like
Children who
Forgot
the faces of
Their before
Cement forest,
The city
Of stars,
Man-made landscape
Flipped around
Lost in space
His voice
No longer heard
I am sorry
For it all
Death has
Never felt so
Relentless
Dance beside me
Close your eyes
and lookup
At the dark sun now
hidden from a bright moon
It calls out to me
Like a midnight lover
It sweeps me off my feet
Dancing alongside
The moonlight
Into the kitchen
Ominous and empty
The tiled floor
looking more inviting
than my bed
So I lift myself up
onto my toes
And perform a ballet
The wind and crickets
Are my instrument
And the moon is my partner
How could I sleep
on a night like this
When everything good and bad
feels like a slow-moving romance
Intimate in size
But grande in memory
Never forgotten
Wounded Prevails
Stars are an endless pervade
To an endless void
Whispers of cold air
Oh, how beautiful it must be
kisses his cheek
Screaming silence envisions
Inside minds.
Oh, how beautiful it must be
A sea of stars
reflect
A sky of wars.
Oh, how beautiful it must be
Heart, inked with wounds
But his mind
prevails
Into eternity.
Oh, how beautiful it must be
To look through the eyes
Of a lonely man’s
midnight dream.
