Graduation

These days bleed,
drip,
collide
into the next
and the cloud
of frenzied voices
rings out
amongst the deafening chaos
of the end.
Here it is
and then it’s gone,
fast squeals
of car tires
in the distance
where you will be
in a lightning flash,
where this precipice
will no longer be waiting
but will be gone,
and you’re falling,
piece by piece,
you’re collecting images
of who you’re becoming
until it’s not so new,
until it’s all but fantastic,
and you’re finally living
in this sticky place
we call life.

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My seniors leave me in a week and I’m melancholy with the bittersweet goodbye. Here is something inspired by that feeling. I always struggle to be inspirational, and it never turns out happy enough. Oh well. I still like it. Hope you do too!

~Patience~

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Secret Life

I have this secret life
that goes on
outside my real one,
or maybe in the midst of it,
I’m not sure,
and it’s often more real
than reality.
I’m living it right now
beneath the stacks of grading
and television background noise
because it’s now
that I’m writing poetry
for my invisible life,
the one no one knows I’m living.

~Patience~

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Unfinished

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Photo Credit: Karin Taylor

My lungs stagnate with half-blown wishes
and unfinished wants,
leaving motes of desire all over my skin.

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This was written in response to the Three Line Thursday challenge. I sometimes cut words and save phrases in case I change my mind. Below you will find the leftover words from my submission that I turned into another attempt at this challenge.

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Unmet desires
float like dreams in mid-sentence
leaving things unfinished

~Patience~

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Love and Obscurity

Beauty hides
everywhere
but love is rare,
precious
in its obscurity
of knowing
yet not knowing.

But I see it
sometimes,
underneath
coffee shop awnings
and in hot steamy cups.
It’s there in those moments
before the sky cracks open
with summer rain.
You can find it
in long weekends away
and cozy blankets
on snowy nights
or behind the next page
of your favorite book.

This beauty
can turn to love
if you let it.

It was in your eyes
when you first kissed me
after years apart
and in your hands
when they grabbed
and pulled me in.

That love hides
among the memories
I paint with my dreams,
this obscure
and shadowed
beauty-turned-love.

~Patience~

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Under My Skin

I always say
you are a ghost,
a specter
haunting my days,
invading my nights,
but perhaps
I am really
the phantom
who knows not
of who she is
or why she’s here.
Maybe I am
this apparition
hovering,
waiting for resolution
or absolution
so that I can stop
dissolving
and really understand
these words,
this need to speak
so silently.
I am the ghost,
this unsubstantial figure
floating amongst
real people
and all the time
wondering
who I am
and why I can’t get you
out from under my skin.

~Patience~

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Things Fall Apart

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When I think of you,
things start to fall apart.

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

as if molasses
were sliding
from a spoon,
the crumbling begins.
Cracks spider
like lightning
crashing across slate skies,
and I break again,
setting the pieces down
like a trail of bread crumbs
leading to your memory.
My whole is no longer one.
I am not me
but mere flashes
of this remembered version
splintered through
with slivers of you.

~Patience~

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When I…

When I handed you
a heart of cracked pieces,
you smiled
and said come.

When I looked at you
through tear-clouded eyes,
you took my hand
and said stay.

When I watched you
out a dusty window,
you wept
and said don’t leave.

When I called you
after years apart,
you hadn’t forgotten
and said not for a second.

When I needed you,
you were there,
so this is why I love you.

I just wish
you could hear me
so that you might say
you still love me.

~Patience~

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May 16th

Facebook just told me
that today is the day
you apologized.
Three years ago,
you sent a message
claiming to want penance
for the pain you caused
but instead you caused me more
because if today is the day
you said you’re sorry,
then tomorrow is the day
you took it back.

~Patience~

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