Evolving Emotions: Spring

Crunch and fragility

Dull brown and lifeless

A flower

Killed by cold

A horrendous annual crime

 

But upon a newfound strength

By the Earth’s nurturing scape

A blooming begins

 

Inaction and then

Elation at a new

Motion in the ground

Abolition of the lifelessness of yesterday

Captivation of colors. The

Transformation beneath. A

Foundation of weaving threads. An

Interconnection of the greatest

Creation brought along by the spring

Resurrection

 

 

Evolving Emotions: Blizzard

My legs are like columns of sheeted glass

They burn with an anger

I have neglected them

Left them to be battered

By a blizzard, hardly forgiving

 

My hands chip like old plaster

Revealing the life underneath

The pain of red

Numbed in the cold

 

My hair discourages logic

Protests order

And wreaks havoc

In front of my eyes

Shielding my face

Enough to obscure

But not enough to warm

 

A cry inside

Screaming for

Something

Anything

To feel again

To know that all will calm

 

The ice sets in

Hardening the bones

Congealing their marrow

Hindering the joints

Straining the throat

 

The blizzard takes hold

Despite my hope

For a light flurry

Following the storm

 

Evolving Emotions: You

Everything reminds me of you.

 

The faces whirl by in a sea of familiarity

I think I recognize your smile,

your walk,

your presence

I don’t.

 

A laugh echoes down the strange hallway

It settles into my ears swiftly and soundly

But it’s not you.

 

Tears flood my eyes in your absence.

The comfort that held me is no longer.

Is home really home anymore?

Is life what it was before?

No,

But I miss you.

 

I miss you and your

Charming intricacies

Audacious interests

Burning desires

The words you gifted others

The humility woven in your soul

 

Nobody can compare

And content will come

But for now

Everything reminds me of you.

 

This is the first poem I wrote when I arrived at this university. Walking by new people was like getting shot. There were a lot of tears. Everything was so new and so familiar all at once. It did get better in time, though.

Love

 

If you could write me 

You’d write wrong 

Right before you 

Say something I’ve said 

 

How could you 

Could you know-how 

You could wait 

Wait till you can 

 

But then 

You’d be too early 

 

Early morning 

I see you sleeping 

Slowly breathing 

A smile slipped 

Across your face 

 

But who could talk

While tangled