“be patient with me” -Destiny

i have yet to unlock that part of me,

it’s wrapped up in cherry blossoms and

locks whose passwords belong to destiny

and divine timing.

my heart shutters with pride

when i feel the charms rattle within me

but i can never get hold of them.

i go digging for them at night,

when i am not anything but delusional and

determined to scoop the parts of me that

make this all matter.

i have to be patient,

i have to be still,

i have to realize that the sparks in my bones

have kept me running,

that is their only job for now.

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a poet never slumbers

you would think from the amount

of thoughts that cloud my mind during the day,

i’d welcome sleep like a teaspoon of Tylenol to relieve a headache.

but i sit in bed unable to tear my fingers from the keyboard,

unable to turn my mind off and just be.

hold on,

i have just a couple more words to say…

Paris is My Cliche Lover

take me to Paris

so i can butcher beautiful words and mimic foreign accents

and drink incredibly expensive coffee

and pretend i like tea at 3 in the afternoon.

i will walk around while simultaneously falling in love with the romance language subliminally spoken

all around.

take me to Paris

so that i can take in the overwhelming scent of

freshly printed papers and bakery goods and cry because

this city,

is truly,

alive.

The Chronicles of Envy; a collection of my past. (Series: Lets Be Vocal)

that fact is,

you don’t know me so well,

and i shouldn’t be hurt by your lack of knowledge of whether i prefer purple or blue,

but i can’t help but be disappointed in you.

and at the same time, it’s my fault too,

i kept to myself because you wouldn’t include,

me in the world you shared with a few,

i get that time has been lost and neglected and laid aside,

but i think it’s time that we’ve tried,

to get to know one another.

Unbelievable

unbelievable

how much i have changed.

my covers are clean and sparkle

under the bright lights shining down on me.

and i smile when i go off to sleep

because i know in the morning who i will meet,

so i grab hold of life and air

and roll off the bed with effortless grace.

so much grace,

draped down on me but held light and tender on my shoulders.

what was dirty

and mucky

and horrible

and stunk,

is now white as snow.

white as snow.

nowhere to hide because daybreak is no longer a curtain

and there is no theater or seats or dreadful laughter.

night is light and no longer is there a struggle with

hands to my throat

and grave whispers in my ear.

it is unbelievable

how i have changed,

those voices have come to adore me.

 

 

My God

My God.

You have seen this flesh through.

When it consumed me,

When it bled alongside you on the cross,

In your arms, I was wrapped,

Tucked away until I was complete,

And plucked from the edge of

Death.

I almost plummeted but,

You gave me wings,

So now I soar and I’m whole,

And it’s just because of you,

My God.

Open Road 🌌

If I could, I’d drive a long stretch of the highway and keep driving until something caught my attention. In the car would be music that thumps in my chest and spills lyrics on my tongue. I’d turn on a slow jam just as the sun begins to set. I would draw out that moment and breath the crisp air of the birthing night. Windows down, hollow sounds. Once night drapes it’s arms around the sky, the music would reflect darkening excitement. Music and open road. No thoughts of home or destination. Just the rumbling of the base and the overflow of words that mean all too much to me.