moments and infinities

Let’s be happy today

Because today is a moment

We shall carve into history’s skin

So hold it within your palms

A drop of liquid gold sunshine

Trickling away to infinity

summer poet

She strung words together
Glass beads on a necklace
Weaving a weeping tapestry
Fingers bird-boned, nimble

war

She was all of five years then
An age that should be spent
Begging her mother for stories
Or for the moon on a string
To tie up like a toy balloon
But all she asked over and over
Was if Daddy would be home soon

war is what happens when language fails
― Margaret Atwood

contradictions

I want to shred off pieces
Of my own skin some times
To shrug it off like a coat
And become someone new
But I’m a wavering ocean

whiskey in a teacup

He met her at a bookstore
Lost in millions of books and
Tangled in a thousand lives
She wore ugly red glasses
With mismatched old shoes
She seemed at first glance
To be just another lost girl
She was a thin golden slice

summer romance

You’re a cool breeze
On a burning summers day
My antidote to pain
You take it all away

In a classroom of monotony
A lazy daydream to flit time
In a world full of darkness
A golden day, sublime

compliments

I’m handed one occasionally
Like a tiny shard of moon
Stardust nestled in tissue
Or butterflies in a jam jar
My heart aches for them but

paper trails

 

I grow so weary of
Fluttering in wind
Wrinkled and torn
A lacey old scrap
Encrusted solely
With soot and dust