this is my blessed week

my week, where among tired toiling

among cold shoulders and heavy boulders

when the world screams for me to fix its problems

i have found peace

i have found peace in an unlikely yet obvious place

comfort when i was not seeking it

my sleepy vigil in that small pond in the corner of the concourse

my shaking hands taking up a closed lotus flower from the surface

and waiting, praying for its blooming

when the one next to it was open and ready to receive me

we must find a piece of peace

amidst the wreckage of past mistakes

i left with everything

and came back with nothing

but empty soul and a bitter taste

my mother says when you care about something

they will use that against you

they will destroy you and make you feel stupid for caring

yet here you are

petal by petal

rebuilding my strength again

perhaps it was not what i had hoped for

but it is surely there

growing through the mud

i cannot look back

i cannot return to who i once was

i must only look forward

to you


sunday blues

she left me on a tuesday.

funnily enough, it was one of the most beautiful new york days i had seen in a while.

where the leaves were just turning red and orange like sour candy

and the wind pushed your back, urging you to go on

i got you on a thursday

but a summer thursday is different than an autumn tuesday

i had looked at the lake in your eyes

and the sun made me drunk with passion

and my freedom made me wild with thought

then two days later, on a scorching saturday

you slipped from my fingers in a hot car on the highway

and even though you watch me from the other side of the lake

i still feel as if you are a water mirage on a burning road

where far away, you are plentiful and hydrating

yet when i rush up to you, you disappear completely

a figment of my imagination, like a rainy wednesday

who are you anymore?

you are a fairytale to me,

a myth that might have once been true.

i have become as frigid as a winter friday

save for his spring mondays he brings

in your absence

do you even know

how much i have frozen with you gone?

so here i am,

with snow softly drifting on my heart

on a blue sunday night.


i wished to say nothing except your name

my song of glory

my paean, my psalm

i wished for you to feed from my hand by the lake

and for stars to explode in your eyes

i wished for you to be comforted

to hear only my tinkling laughter

and not the storm that was beating at my back as I encased you with my warmth

i wished to nurse your wounds

to use the clothes off my body to bind up the cuts

even if they were stained with my own blood

i wished for you to thrive, to grow and to see the supple lilies growing by our lake

i wished to let you go when you were ready

i wished to behold your unborn child

so that their name might fall from your lips too

like the waterfall above our lake

i wished for you to be everything to me

but now i am nothing to you.

a warning to time

slow down! you’re going too fast

i should give you a speeding ticket, cheetah.

the breath went out of me when you whizzed past

you tricky thing, you.

like a snake in the grass

you slithered up to me and bit me in the ankle

injecting me with your sour venom

that brings fire to my veins

and a sorrow to my heart

you monkey!

swinging from vine to vine, chittering wildly for hours

and dangling my prized possessions just a hair from my grasp

snatching them away and laughing when i try to wrangle them from your hands

but yet when i ignore you, you are gone in a flash

escaping from the corner of my eye

to become hidden and silent

as if you are sorry for what you have done to me.

you dazzle me with your peacock tail of countless distractions

and false convictions

making me waste what was greatly needed.

When i urge you forward, you become stubborn as a mule

and refuse to go

until your needs are met.

You are gloriously infuriating, Time

stop making a zoo out of me.


they say loose lips sink ships

but i say

loose lips sink ships

only if those lips direct the cannon

only if they light the fire

at a sullen sailor’s simmering silence

to break down what they think is a threat

even if the ship shows signs of internal suffering

scattered seashells sighing into the sides of the ship

and i

i know those who point

and cry out to this ship

do not fear for the passengers

but fear for themselves

they watch a damaged deck screaming with the heaving hearts of thousands

without flinching

but wail when a victorious vessel touches the shore

too close for comfort

their mouths pinching closed

and spitting out bullets

curse words and slurs

or stretching wide open

and swallowing the ship whole

stomaching it like a bad meal

instead of a blessed beauty

sailors, stand your ground

let your loose lips sink the right ships

and end a fight

that never should have started


you make me cry, and laugh, and weep

yet in your eyes my soul you keep

you make me swim through waters deep

with you i wake, with you i sleep

never tiring of counting sheep

like water i flow, like blood i seep

through rivers of veins and mountains steep

i rise to sow, i bend to reap

my scattered memories in a tiny heap

my wolf stays watching, ready to leap

through frugal savings i worked to sweep

you make me cry, and laugh, and weep

yet in your eyes my soul you keep.

The Storm

The storm is like a scream

angry and shaking

shaking the leaves

leaves of the branches

branches on my tree

repetitive hits

on my glass window

How is it not bruised yet?

I hear the force

I feel the fear

I see nothing-

my eyes are closed.

Lightning strikes

the flash wakes me

but I was never asleep

Thunder shakes my bones

dry and deep

I turn over in bed

but suddenly i’m falling




down into the sea of tears

or maybe

it’s a sea of fears

or maybe

it’s a sea of stars



falling    up

up into an empty sky

how did all of this happen

from a simple storm?




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today i

looked in the mirror

and saw my july self

bright rosy cheeks

and curly hair

and i remembered my january self

with limp ragged hair

pale and tired

hating myself the minute i wake up

how i wish i could stay in july

and freeze time

today i felt tomorrow

rearing its ugly september horns

i feel the fire in my soul leaving my body

little by little, as if i’m exhaling out pieces

it shakes my chest and burns my tongue

leaving nothing but a cold ball inside

if i can’t have it exactly the same

all i ask is that it be better.

this is the last week of my life

i saw the dark circles in the reflection of the window where my eyes were supposed to be

my body already physically aware of change

like an anxious animal before a storm

i saw in today

the workings of tomorrow

rushing in faster than i can grab it

like trying to catch a fish with my bare hands

i am leaving my home

that i never grew up in

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