” Love is a tree with branches reaching into eternity and roots set deep in eternity, and no trunk” – Rumi
Waiting is a part I never wanted.
Your eyes are hazel, and your hair holds on
like my hand, which screams alongside the bed.
When you empty your heart, I fill the yard.
When you wear your green hat, I ask for more.
A night without you could make all of the
trees disappear and the chairs,
and the bed, and my shoes.
Without you, this house only knows how to die.
I have to come home and you have to leave.
I have to rest and the birds must sing
a casual dirge on the windowsill.
“”Within tears, find hidden laughter. Seek treasurers amid ruins, sincere one” – Rumi
I’m falling down this slippery slope.
You already fell.
It’s all endless.
You made it that way.
And I made you.
This day is the only day.
The sun rises and sets
but its just an illusion.
When I speak with you,
I am not speaking with anyone.
I fly in and out of dreams like a
high on the clouds.
The moon peeks and
waxes and wanes.
It’s all imaginary,
You and I.
Sometimes you hold on to yourself,
thinking that you will lose yourself,
afraid that life will disappear if you lose yourself.
Time to let go of this strength
it’s not making you strong.
I don’t give a damn if you think you know something
there is nothing that you could know.
This is not just you.
This isn’t about you.
This is truth.
Anger is your anger. You created it.
But, this isn’t about you.
Sometimes we shine the mirror of the self
and work on a reflection,
like a piece of crafted glass.
There is not a more perfected vase
than one that is broken.
I want to be a slow breather,
where the air enters my lungs
and fills each gap and then slowly exists.
Black is the color of my hair.I feel like I am drowning when I see you.Should I feel like I am drowning when I see you?Is that what it should feel like?I hope you are aroundwhen my face is whiteand airless;and my lips are red andfilled with strawberry jam.
Look deep into the face of this poisonous, cunning snake.
Ask me if I know how to kiss you.
Ask me if I can see you
With anyone else.
Slam the door in my face,
I don’t give a damn.
You are hollow tree.
You are like these shelves.
Do you know how to patch my mind?
turn your cheek from
Don’t ask me if you can get out of here.
There is nowhere to go.
This is the bottom.
Ask me if this is the bottom.
Did you think of it yet?
I know you are barely moving.
You are slow mover
And I am
When you feel a little better and
know you will never die.