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Circles

Clouds

Feathers

Tongue- Twisted Lies

Moonrays.

Icy Eyes

Fear

Snowpetals

Rum

Eyelashes

Tears

Baby-food:

Forgetting these things is like a needle-point intake of air,

little lungs expand,

push the boundaries of my chest.

Memories fade

just like who I once was.

Circles. Circles.

Everything in circles.

Earth circling ,

itself,

reflections—inflections in my nervous voice.

Do you know?

Circles. Circles,

the blood in my veins—arteries,

circulation—life source, cries in agony.

Circles. Circles.

Your thumb on my palm,

around and around.

Knots in my gut.

Words unsaid suspended in the atmosphere.

A shell is all that is left of bravery and childlike boldness.

Circles. Circles.

The spinning of drunken, poetic mind.

Words bang against my skull,

slamming—slamming against confused brains cells.

Set me free!

Twirling; Dizziness infests my bones.

Feelings fester in my heart pump

thump—thump,

another day flies past

lost to the vacuum of time.

Taste these words on the tip of my tongue,

be my fleeting one, green dove, the world tilting me into your arms.

Dreams! Dreams,

rotate in my sleepy soul.

Who am II?

I still don’t know.

I catch glimpses of you and me in meadows green,

with my butterfly net…

Muddy bear-feet and scraped, trembling knees.

Free.

That I can remember.

Maybe you are poetry

or

maybe I just want you to be.

Sorrow swirls inside of me,

swells–

the sleek swan of silence suffocating me.

Loss.

Grief.

Rejection.

The sharp echo of your gruff goodbye.

And you!

Tell me what is underneath.

Anger?

Pain?

Love

or

simplicities content smile?

Forget all but me,

I dream…

Baby-food.

Tears.

Eyelashes.

Rum.

Snowpetals.

Fear.

Icy Eyes.

Moonrays.

Lies-Twisted Tongue.

Feathers.

Clouds.

I wrote this today while my mind was spinning in its famous loops.Maybe somebody else out there will understand it like I do , maybe not. Let me know. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. 🙂

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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