Poetry

When You See Me

When you see me,
when you allow my true self to shine,
through the roles I’ve learned to play,
through the masks I wear so well,

when you see me,
when you illuminate my brightest needs,
redeeming mountains of darkness,
making my deepest wishes breathe. Freely.

 

 

 

 

Falling in Love

Your breeze in my soul.
Your breeze in my stomach.
Your breeze in my mind.
Your breeze in all that I am.

 

 

 

 

What is Love?

To bring me out of
the forests,
the dark cold forests,
of missing,

of missing myself,

to bring me out of
my sickness,
my hate of myself,
my comedy

of pretending,

to bring me out of
my frauds
of nothingness
of teaching you,

to bring me out of
my box
in the deepest night
that I may see

You.

 

 

 

 

Where are you, better world?

I’ve prepared everything for you.
Taken my medication,
hidden my cigarettes from the kids,
fed my cats,
painted my paintings,
written my poems,
shared the latest with my mother,
pampered the neighborhood with quiet sounds,
stopped clipping newspaper articles,
pushed the past under the bed,
sworn friendship to the present,
opened doors to death.

Where are you, better world?