the trees rise up everywhere
tall and moss-covered
the street shines with the light sprinkle
full of reflections of car headlights
the air blows in from the sea
chilling but not through jackets
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #729
her face is tense,
but there are no lines
when she gets it right,
she smiles brighter than fluorescents
Poem #728
unplug from my body
float farther and farther away
just one air hose keeping me attached
it’s bliss
and loneliness
Poem #727
lucky, I have self-control
or else
I would smash things with my hands and head
delighting in the electricity of my blood
dig my nails into the fabric of my seat
adrenaline too pure to not express
rip off my skin
encompass the earth
be too big to contain
shatter into billions of pieces
and grow ever larger
like I said
lucky, I have self-control
Poem #726
I wish you could be in my body
to understand why
“fantastic” is my answer
to “how are you?”
Poem #725
floating
light as a bird
pretty as a peach
delicate as a peony
in her blue paisley print sundress
among the tall dry grass
does she even exist?
Poem #724
I feel alive
in the most true way
to create
to think
to exist
nothing else is necessary
I crash back to Earth
in the best way
to love
to care
to exist
these actions are upgrades
Poem #723
little bird wants to die
she flies into the window
until her body is twitching
pain is her new reality
waiting for mercy
Poem #722
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Poem #721
I love your eyes
that say nothing
I love your ears
that can’t hear my words
I love your mouth
that never opens to speak