Steps
Not everything
that weighs me down
is mine to carry
Over time I found
to be loved by you meant
I had to abandon myself
If nothing else,
you taught me
how not to be
Today, being loved
by someone else
is no longer my priority
It has been a great distance
to walk the winding dark path
back to myself
And I am still walking,
slowly but surely,
and loving every step
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The first poem I ever posted here.. it feels good to ease back into this place. So many amazing writers.
Elemental
If your curled raven hair
weren’t the color of night,
that charcoal night of
dusky vines
and earth swallowing earth,
or those black orbs
of your soul weren’t
shining luminaries,
super nova,
celestial bodies of twilight
flying across my sky,
if your tender smile
weren’t a secret sleuth,
a witchcraft,
hijacker of my esoteric dreams,
or your whispers not
an incandescent rain
nourishing the greens of my
inner being with liquid torrents,
even if you, my milky way,
were just a man,
transparent and
simplified,
I then could not taste you in breath,
the heated air, the wind that
blows me into a vapor point,
yes, my sun-drawn love,
when you hold me I become everything
that is of this life…
the universe and terra firma,
cloudburst and zephyr,
everything has become,
and is,
because you are.
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Echoes Fading
Some days,
the hurt would
scream so loudly
I couldn’t hear
anything else
It existed
between molecules,
persisting
like white noise
that I couldn’t shut off
It oozed
into my ears
like flaming black tar
leaving me
hunched over
and gasping
On days like that
I would slip
into a hole
of hating
myself
as your words
would keep echoing
inside of me
inside of me
Inside of me
But I managed
to finally evict you
from the paper-thin walls
you strung
across my veins
And the hurt
you once carved
into my soul
has become
like a faint teardrop,
almost unnoticeable
and easily wiped away
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muddled
the melting streets
are oozing muddy snow…
it’s the end of February and
mother nature is confused,
trying to decide
whether she is winter or spring
sometimes I think she forgets herself
my eyes linger at my feet
as i step along,
half-skips to avoid the muddled streams
that have gathered like tiny armies
across the concrete
i notice my floundering shoelace
fumbling in and out of the mud
i reach down to fix it
and it makes me remember you
the way we had come undone
and the way i tried so hard
to tie things back together
as we flopped around
in a puddle of indecision
i feel for mother nature…
i think am like her,
still trying to decide
if you left me hot or cold
or indifferent
and whether i should even
remember you
or not
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all in
when i met you
i knew
that in order to love you
the way you deserve
i had to let go
of my entire heart
knowing full well
it will never be the same again
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dangerous girl
i’ve been called
dangerous
by many men
not because
you might find me
in the arms of another
and not because
i will leave suddenly
for no reason
no, i am not the kind
that will break your heart
to be sewn together
by someone else’s hands
i am the kind that will
love you so fiercely
you will feel dizzy
when you think of me
and i’m the girl that will
kiss you like a hurricane
when you are
needing a little crazy
and i will fly to you
like a butterfly
soft and tender
when you need
to cry
i will be beside you
when no one else will
and when you leave me-
you will because
that’s how it goes
in this life-
because all things
come to an end,
i will be the one
you remember on crazy nights
when you’re skin to skin
with another that doesn’t
dig her nails in quite right
and i will be the one
you will think of when
your heart is bending
and needing tenderness
and when you are older
and someone asks you
about the times
you were most happy,
you will realize i am
the woman that threaded
your smiles together
so delicately
no love,
i am not dangerous
because i will hurt you
when we are together
i am dangerous
because i will be
the one
you let get away
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reflecting
I am beginning to understand
that there is a whole world
inside of me
to find love
i must love me
to find peace
i must be at peace
I am beginning to see
that within me is a mirror
that reflects everything
that i am
to find pure joy
i must enjoy
to find protection
i must protect
I am beginning to move
forward
towards mastery
and the gift of understanding
that even when i am alone
i should never feel lonely
because my soul
contains the universe
and the universe
exists to reflect
my love and acceptance
of me
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reaching...
Dear heart, keep reaching forward
the battle feels harsh,
but it is yours…
flowers will continue to grow
across your fingertips
as you reach towards the things
you are desiring
Have you ever noticed
the ocean only knows her existence
when she sees her own waves
reaching upward?
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unspoken
my throat is
a cavern
full of ghosts,
dark and sharp,
cutting me when
memories push through
that should’ve been
kept silent
its phantoms
weave and slip
around my larynx,
tightening themselves
until i can’t breathe,
full of the things
i should’ve said
but never did
there are days
when they gather,
so heavy and laden
with listlessnes,
i fear
i will gag
from the weight
of them all
and on some days
my tongue falls
into sink holes
that feel like
an oblivion
of missed
chances
the past is gone,
out of reach…
but i cannot bury
the ghostly voices
of the things
i never dared
to say
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(Samira J Reyal)
i can't settle
or sit still and be quiet
like a good little mouse
mediocracy
is not an option..
life has to be felt
at full tilt
this need inside of me
is like a need to bleed...
to feel the burn
of a thousand suns
on my pale soul and..
sometimes..
sometimes i even fear
i must choke
on my own breath
to feel my heartbeat
bashing about
inside of me
and then..
then i want to feel
the blood course slowly
through my veins
and know that
everything..
all of it..
will be
ok
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yesteryears
somewhere
other than here
snow falls as softly as angel wings
and breath collects itself into shapes
before fading quietly into memories
of cold mornings and hot cocoa
the fire crackling
the family together
soft laughter and knowing eyes
somewhere
other than here
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inconsequential
i am perfectly flawed
a bird with only one wing
watching my flock soar
while I flounder, worthlessly,
in their shadow
i am the sunlight
1,000 feet below the ocean
invisible and useless
i am here
and breathing
but i fear
in truth
i am nothing
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unseen
i have always felt
out of place...
like a rock standing up
in the middle of the pacific,
awkward and alone,
or the moon
as she hangs silently
in the day sky,
forgotten and out of place
but i see her
and i ask myself,
will i always be left dangling
in a world that doesn’t see me,
who closes their eyes
when i am shining?
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crumpled
my heart
is a crumpled piece of paper
once filled with promises
now forgotten
i am something
no longer of value
scratched out
and tossed aside
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how can the unlovable be loved?
a long time ago
when i was just a little snowflake
someone broke me
now, decades later,
i yearn for love..
so deep inside of me
that it crushes my soul,
yet if someone has ever loved me
i have never been able to believe it was real
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storyteller
the stories he told
every time his fingers
traced patterns on my body
filled my mind
with enough fairy tales
to last a life time
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