Poetry

Pillow

When you aren't around, a pillow can be a good substitute.

It's soft and huggable and easy to squeeze.

It lays between my arms as I go to sleep,

And is there when I'm rosy cheeked on the phone.

However, a pillow has flaws of its own.

It can't hold me when I need your arms around.

It can't supply your warmth on my skin.

Simply put, it doesn't have a heart.

When you aren't around, a pillow is not quite a substitute.

What can I say? Guess I miss you.

Haiku

Three AM

If I had thought, sought, to find my memories lost

What’d I kill and fray and push back away

Where do I love, of, from the little times past

A caring finger, young and touching the air

All my regrets, pests, stinging bugs on my eyes

My pillow’s home to tears and soft muffled sighs

Because I failed, nailed myself right in the heart

I want an extra chance and turn it all back to day one

The night’s a pain, laid in errant bundles of fluff

All those words you spoke replay in my brain

Can’t walk it off, touching at the cold window’s ice

I shiver hugging knees

It’s three am, again I’m eaten out like a mouse

Scraping at the little cries that remain

Why can’t you see, it’s me that’s speaking with my own heart

My walls will rise if don’t stop this nonsense!

I’d rather fail than you, give me that attitude

This is my truth not a childish lie

You say it’s hurting but, I’m the one left in dust

Preparing the future and my glassy goodbyes

All that you’ve built is nearing to its end and I’m fearing

That I won’t know you soon. Why oh why oh?

You’re terrified of what I’ll be, rejected and pushed to shame

But I’m here to take the blame, it’s who I am!

I’ve made my choices, the bells are now ringing, it melting and lingr’ing

Your face haunts, the day keeps replaying so angry it painting that story.

The drums are beating faster upon layers more

The bass a cacophony throwing my head now

All of the sounds pound into my head leaving no way out

No I don’t need this!

Maybe I’m

Just overthinking everything you said

Three nights overdue, into the future, where it should be through

Why can’t I

Find out a way, to make, it all I want

I just want my day, to be loved, not crushed by those around

Shut it please, I love myself more than what you think

Shut it please, I love myself more than what they think

This little voice is speaking, more important than the ones whispering your voice

Shut it please, I love myself winning all the same

Shut it please, I love myself failing all the same

Jeez maybe it’ll be okay

I’ll find the sun in this storm

For me

Hey, there, maybe it’s time to drift on

Dozing in the purple cool clouded folds

I had enough, it’s tough, but it won’t for naught

So keep going and carry on

Just say the phrase, kay, there’ll be another day

So keep on trying, and never let up

Because I’m brave, great, and my light is still mine

So I’ll keep shining on with a light step new