hummingbirdbrain

[hummingbirdbrain]

The fairies line up,

smoke trails around the room,

not waking the sleeping bear.

A princess lays to rest,

her destiny dreaming itself into place.

And just as clumsily lit,

the fire goes out.

The lake of chocolate dries up,

and the unicorn goes to lay

between the bear and her princess.

- H.B

A short free verse abt smoking while drinking hot chocolate at a sleepover in my room, my friend sleeping in my bed with a gap for me next to my giant teddy bear.

[hummingbirdbrain]

Wearing purple eyeshadow to bed,

the dreams drip heavy like lilac clouds.

My tequila is named after you,

I take shots in your vain,

the burn tastes like whispered secrets.

On my mind are pink roses,

their petals hum a song only I can hear.

I live in a purple fairy forest

where lake mermaids braid the wind

and whisper your dreams to you,

spinning them into threads of moonlight.

I can’t concentrate,

my thoughts flutter like moths toward a dim lantern.

Why was it hard for you to understand me?

Were you too sharp,

and I too soft?

round and edge, inside and out.

That’s my fairytale.

- H.B

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[hummingbirdbrain]

Unlikely Meeting

In the clearing, where the air hums soft,

The unicorn stood, white as cloud breath,

Slim in the twilight's fading light,

Her horn a braid of gold and earth.

Then it appeared- gleaming metal and spark,

An android, crafted with hands, not born.

They stared, unsure of what to see,

Nature's wild heart and human's dream,

Each so foreign, yet strangely near.

Their gazes met, a pulse of knowing,

Confusion danced like winds in leaves.

Can love exist between code and flesh,

Between roots and circuits, stars, and trees?

In that silent space they lingered,

Wondering if God had crossed their paths,

If love was more than they could grasp.

Still, they stayed, lost in each other's pull,

As though divinity whispered, "This is full."

-H.B

[hummingbirdbrain]

Butterflies in Your Skin

They flutter softly, just beneath your skin,

Delicate wings brushing the edges of you,

Colors I could never name,

But always knew.

You carried them lightly,

As if they were nothing—

A part of you,

Like breathing,

Like forgetting,

I envied you.

I watched them rise and fall,

Felt them stir in the spaces between us.

I thought they’d stay forever,

Dancing between our words,

In the quiet of shared glances.

They knew we never understood them

Gone like summer winds.

I couldn’t say why,

I tried to once.

Still, I feel them sometimes,

The soft flutter of wings,

Lingering in the place where you used to be.

…

The lights gone out in our phone booth, the store we went to on the same day has been shut down now. They no longer sell banana slushies at that 7/11. I was given so many signs that time has passed. I only recognized it when I tried to draw oranges and could only paint apricots. Why did you have to be the one to bring me to back life after years on Mars. I’m sorry I ignored your birthday, you didn’t notice, but I thought about you all day.

- H.B

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Echos of my past prayers bounce back to me,

I argued with God every night until I realized I was talking to my reflection and it was flawed.

At church I kneeled in grief, seeking solace but only ever met his sullen silence.

I’ve tried to catch Gods grace,

My prayers pleaded for any sign of guilt he might’ve felt for picking my flower before it blossomed.

“Irreversible” is what he claimed to me in a dream, “never to be returned”.

The irony of divine jest,

Bestowing pain like an unwanted decree.

-H.B

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Ribbons tied tightly around my wrists,

A way to cope, to subdue the twists,

Of my mothers hold, a vicious affection,

But my ribbons can’t tie us in the same direction.

My ribbons are red, to hide the stains,

From a silver kiss, a never-ending chain,

As the ribbons become a constant refrain,

Of God’s weight, a suffocating gladness,

As my ribbons become a silent witness.

It lacks the warmth of skin,

The beating of a heart,

And the breath of life within.

My ribbons can’t heal, they can only hide,

A bow can’t turn blood into grace,

And I can’t pray for my mother’s embrace.

-H.B