Hey followers! So this is the typical "Kaitlyn is back at college and things are crazy" post. Literally, things are already crazy. It took less than 24 hours of being back for it to already pour. However, the experience may be poem worthy as I was asleep and suddenly woke up soaked since my bed's against my window. But that's a story for another time.
With being back on campus comes a surge of work for my newspaper gig. Hence, content may be more infrequent. Come spring though, I will be taking advanced poetry and expect lots of content then! Until then, I hope you guys enjoy what I do get up.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Come on Cowboy
Come on cowboy, just for you,
I'll hike up these country skirts,
dance in the rain with me,
get a little wet, fill the brim
of our cowboy hats with rain.
Swing me around your arm,
the hay in our hair makes me smile.
Sling that saddle over your shoulder,
horn, ropes, leather and all,
click our boot heels together,
there you go making my heart beat.
Pull me right back in, a wild horse
needin' a home. I dare you, cowboy,
try and tame me. Just for you,
I'll slip on that mud pile
and bring you down with me.
Hold me quick, hold me tight,
we'll dance in the moonlight,
watch the stars take over the western
sky, come on cowboy,
this is just the beginning.
I'll hike up these country skirts,
dance in the rain with me,
get a little wet, fill the brim
of our cowboy hats with rain.
Swing me around your arm,
the hay in our hair makes me smile.
Sling that saddle over your shoulder,
horn, ropes, leather and all,
click our boot heels together,
there you go making my heart beat.
Pull me right back in, a wild horse
needin' a home. I dare you, cowboy,
try and tame me. Just for you,
I'll slip on that mud pile
and bring you down with me.
Hold me quick, hold me tight,
we'll dance in the moonlight,
watch the stars take over the western
sky, come on cowboy,
this is just the beginning.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Hoofprints in the Horizon
It started off as a simple Friday, a day off, the summer sun peeking out from clouds,
fog rolling over the hills, playing hide and seek with the road as the car rumbled on.
A quickened breeze kissed the opening in the glass on my right, it hissed as the sky
brightened. I breathed, kicking my boots together, playing with the zippers,
folding and unfolding blue jean hems. Car stopped in a dusty driveway, a sudden
whiff of grass and horse manure flowing into the window. Breathing deeper, a smile.
Boots hit gravel and dirt, making their way down to the tiny brown barn as goats
spoke with each other, begging for a hand to pet their heads. Boot hits concrete,
a sharp whinny fills the air, my girl. The eyes smile as boots crunch down the row,
third stall on the left. She is there, poking her nose through the bars as far as the velvet
can fit through. A quiet laugh, the bolt clanks open. A hand down her soft neck,
sweat stricken in the summer heat. She knows why I'm here.
Leading her out, leather and hay takes over the air. Tripled buckets overturned,
the swing of a leg onto a hairy back. Human skin resting against the hair of a horse.
Walking, lumbering around the yard. Cheek rests against neck as she walks.
I know she won't leave me behind as she stops to munch on the rich green
blades below. As midday rolls around, so does my leg as I tumble off her back.
The snaked hose rolls out from its bundle, water turning from hot to cold
as it runs through my fingers and into the dirt making a mud pile to slink
down the hill.She nuzzles my shoulder, asking for the coolness of the water.
She shakes as it covers here, cascading water onto me. It does not matter,
I laugh. Bath over, I let her go after a simple kiss on the nose and a cookie to praise.
It is the last time the summer horizon will hit my boots in this barn.
Once that sky falls, it will be separation, the orange fighting with the black
of night and days, weeks until I see her again. But as she rolls in the dirt, legs
tumbling over each other, her back arching to reach just that last spot,
I know I will be back. I will always be back.
fog rolling over the hills, playing hide and seek with the road as the car rumbled on.
A quickened breeze kissed the opening in the glass on my right, it hissed as the sky
brightened. I breathed, kicking my boots together, playing with the zippers,
folding and unfolding blue jean hems. Car stopped in a dusty driveway, a sudden
whiff of grass and horse manure flowing into the window. Breathing deeper, a smile.
Boots hit gravel and dirt, making their way down to the tiny brown barn as goats
spoke with each other, begging for a hand to pet their heads. Boot hits concrete,
a sharp whinny fills the air, my girl. The eyes smile as boots crunch down the row,
third stall on the left. She is there, poking her nose through the bars as far as the velvet
can fit through. A quiet laugh, the bolt clanks open. A hand down her soft neck,
sweat stricken in the summer heat. She knows why I'm here.
Leading her out, leather and hay takes over the air. Tripled buckets overturned,
the swing of a leg onto a hairy back. Human skin resting against the hair of a horse.
Walking, lumbering around the yard. Cheek rests against neck as she walks.
I know she won't leave me behind as she stops to munch on the rich green
blades below. As midday rolls around, so does my leg as I tumble off her back.
The snaked hose rolls out from its bundle, water turning from hot to cold
as it runs through my fingers and into the dirt making a mud pile to slink
down the hill.She nuzzles my shoulder, asking for the coolness of the water.
She shakes as it covers here, cascading water onto me. It does not matter,
I laugh. Bath over, I let her go after a simple kiss on the nose and a cookie to praise.
It is the last time the summer horizon will hit my boots in this barn.
Once that sky falls, it will be separation, the orange fighting with the black
of night and days, weeks until I see her again. But as she rolls in the dirt, legs
tumbling over each other, her back arching to reach just that last spot,
I know I will be back. I will always be back.
Black Bird- Beatles
If you're anything like me or had the night I had (which involved dropping my whole plate of food for dinner and ending up with multiple ceramic and glass cuts on my foot and toe), sometimes you just need something chill to listen to and relax. So, we go to Black Bird.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
She was my idol
(Writing from a very different perspective tonight.)
She was my idol.
She danced like the stage was named after her.
She would never be caught dead with a pair of pointe shoes.
She moved like a rhythm plugging through her veins,
like she was attached to the club stereo as the lights flashed.
She was my idol.
She was 17 and dating 21.
She snuck out at night, she knew the bushes.
She blinked and the men fell at her feet.
She smiled and the room lit up like a lightning strike.
She was my idol.
She made friends with me even when I was years younger.
She was only human.
She would give you her last drop of water.
She would ask for help perfecting her makeup.
She was my idol.
She was my idol.
She danced like the stage was named after her.
She would never be caught dead with a pair of pointe shoes.
She moved like a rhythm plugging through her veins,
like she was attached to the club stereo as the lights flashed.
She was my idol.
She was 17 and dating 21.
She snuck out at night, she knew the bushes.
She blinked and the men fell at her feet.
She smiled and the room lit up like a lightning strike.
She was my idol.
She made friends with me even when I was years younger.
She was only human.
She would give you her last drop of water.
She would ask for help perfecting her makeup.
She was my idol.
Hey Jude- Beatles
It's just such a Beatles night had to leave my favorite here. (Thanks Tom, you know I'm looking at you.)
Monday, August 20, 2012
Vintage Bride
(I've got two completely different poems working here under the same overall theme. I kind of like the second stanza though.)
You can tell a lot by looking at a couple's wedding photos.
No matter what, each photo tells a story, an intricate web
of love and celebration and family. Every stitch of the lace
dress or the pant suit worn at the Justice of the Peace
is a reminder of the battle to get the in laws to agree
or the mixing of races, nationalities, cultures.
There was a woman, sitting in a frame, delicate lace
hanging in a sheath from her body, a wreath of white
roses crowning her dark hair. Black and white,
faded and wrinkled, the woman had a quiet pose
about her, a silent nod of happiness. Bright red lips,
porcelain skin, black eyes, she stood.
You can tell a lot by looking at a couple's wedding photos.
No matter what, each photo tells a story, an intricate web
of love and celebration and family. Every stitch of the lace
dress or the pant suit worn at the Justice of the Peace
is a reminder of the battle to get the in laws to agree
or the mixing of races, nationalities, cultures.
There was a woman, sitting in a frame, delicate lace
hanging in a sheath from her body, a wreath of white
roses crowning her dark hair. Black and white,
faded and wrinkled, the woman had a quiet pose
about her, a silent nod of happiness. Bright red lips,
porcelain skin, black eyes, she stood.
Reputation
It seems like such an abstract word
reputation.
who has it
how is it gained
how is it lost.
the truth is
reputation is controlled
you decide your fate
you decide if you will
spread rumors
gossip
lie
cheat.
only you decide if you are
scoundrel
slug
dirt
snake.
the truth is
it is inner morals
ability to forgive
and forget
your true intentions.
reputation.
who has it
how is it gained
how is it lost.
the truth is
reputation is controlled
you decide your fate
you decide if you will
spread rumors
gossip
lie
cheat.
only you decide if you are
scoundrel
slug
dirt
snake.
the truth is
it is inner morals
ability to forgive
and forget
your true intentions.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
We are never ever getting back together- Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift's newest single. Gotta say, I do enjoy my Taylor sometimes.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Summer Childhood
I blink and summer has changed.
The sun lit mornings used to be
apple pancakes made by dad,
reading books in the grass,
swimming around in the pool.
Days meant giving the dog a bath
or having friends over to
cook smores over the fire in the backyard
or camp out in the 2 person tent,
running inside once it got too hot
or the thunder shook the tent.
Evenings were a family piled into a van
pajamas on, no shoes in sight,
driving to the local ice cream shop
to munch on cones and get yelled at
for dripping soft serve in the car.
Sometimes I wish everything could go back
to when it was simple. When boys had cooties
and there was no such thing as an income
or taxes. Summer meant the dread of going
back to school, not the excitement that work
was over. I want to take off my shoes,
run around the backyard and not have a care
because the world was mine.
Summer's End
The sun's pale orange gaze blankets the sky,
the patio is confused, half lit with the sun's flame
and half into the darkness of the shadows. But I perch
in the middle of the grass, hands folded in my lap,
waiting and breathing, heart slowly beating as my lungs
breathe deep and slow. I am only human, as the breeze
lips by my hair, kissing my soft lips. The air smells
of coming fall, the leaves fighting against the coming
autumn. My steady heartbeat reminds me that I survived
a summer torn apart like the waves in the pool
as they lap the surface. No matter what, I had loved him,
but I now understood that it had to happen, the sun
had to set, night had to come, the stars have to take over
the midnight black. I lift my head because as everyone
knows, morning will come and I will still be smiling.
the patio is confused, half lit with the sun's flame
and half into the darkness of the shadows. But I perch
in the middle of the grass, hands folded in my lap,
waiting and breathing, heart slowly beating as my lungs
breathe deep and slow. I am only human, as the breeze
lips by my hair, kissing my soft lips. The air smells
of coming fall, the leaves fighting against the coming
autumn. My steady heartbeat reminds me that I survived
a summer torn apart like the waves in the pool
as they lap the surface. No matter what, I had loved him,
but I now understood that it had to happen, the sun
had to set, night had to come, the stars have to take over
the midnight black. I lift my head because as everyone
knows, morning will come and I will still be smiling.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
What i learned this summer
As i not only leave for school in ten days, I'm closing a door. This is my last summer as a college student. I learned a lot this summer. I learned about love. I went from thinking i had everything, that i found what true love was supposed to be to nothing. And i stepped up. At the beginning, yes i may have gone through a tower of tissues and spent nights crying alone into my pillowcase. But i stand stronger for what i have learned.
I would rather have loved and lost then never loved at all. I'd rather experience heartbreak than be naive. I would rather collect all the happy memories than keep a jar of pain. I got over it. I learned i could not always run and hide or avoid. I had to face straight up and be real. I learned i could run away, but I'd always have to cone back. I am a stronger person since May.
This summer in many ways cleansed me. Although it left me missing a friend, i stood tall. I learned more about me, both strengths and flaws.
I am not perfect and i never claimed to be. I am a klutz. I can get dependent. I am emotional. But i am also gorgeous. I am sexy. I am intelligent and i am tough. People love me for me.
I am not good at expressing myself through actions. I ramble too much when i speak. But the words that i write are always true and always come from the heart.
So maybe this summer i lost my best friend and i lost love. But i gained self acceptance and self assurance. I learned i enjoy company but i can also stand confident alone. I learned what everyone sets out in college to do. I learned me.
A dance is just as poetic
It's not many times that a dance can make me cry every time I watch it. This piece, which was So You Think You Can Dance's Kayla and Kupono dancing to a piece choreographed by Mia Michaels to Gravity by Sara Barellias makes me cry. Every. Single. Time. It's not just the dancers. It's not just the song. It's everything put together.
The piece, which is focused on the theme of addiction, is so much deeper and so poetic. That is why I post it here. Everything involved in this piece is poetic. And as I reach for my box of tissues, I understand this piece. I understand it on a dance level and a personal level. It still touches me the same way it did when I first saw it. Maybe even more now.
The piece, which is focused on the theme of addiction, is so much deeper and so poetic. That is why I post it here. Everything involved in this piece is poetic. And as I reach for my box of tissues, I understand this piece. I understand it on a dance level and a personal level. It still touches me the same way it did when I first saw it. Maybe even more now.
Price of Magic
Once upon a time, the fairest of the land learned a hard lesson.
She learned that everything comes at a steep cost, something
must be taken with her desires. Prince Charming would not
come with free shipping or guaranteed to be perfect. No,
life would not simply get better because she wished it so.
Coming upon a wizard, the fairest of the land asked the wizard
for a simple wish; to be free of the arranged marriage
her father had set out for her. The wizard told her that he could
do it, however, it would come at a price. Anything, she said,
begging. You will never find true love, the wizard told her.
Hating the man her father had arranged her to, the fairest agreed
to the wizard's demand and signed his contract. The wizard
snapped his fingers. It is done. Now go. The fairest,
so gleeful to be free, left the green forest to go back home.
Once arrived, everything was normal and there was no talk of marriage.
At first, the glee in the fairest's heart stuck around. She bounced
from room to room, went on rides whenever she wished,
ate whatever she'd like or dressed how she pleased. But after
her father died, the fairest grew lonely. No companion
could fill the void left in her heart as she sat, alone.
She tried to search out the wizard and plead with him
to take the wish back. But he simply shook his head,
what was done, was done. She had given up her chance
at true love. She aged, sitting on her gold throne with no one
beside her, head on her hands as she entered the light.
She learned that everything comes at a steep cost, something
must be taken with her desires. Prince Charming would not
come with free shipping or guaranteed to be perfect. No,
life would not simply get better because she wished it so.
Coming upon a wizard, the fairest of the land asked the wizard
for a simple wish; to be free of the arranged marriage
her father had set out for her. The wizard told her that he could
do it, however, it would come at a price. Anything, she said,
begging. You will never find true love, the wizard told her.
Hating the man her father had arranged her to, the fairest agreed
to the wizard's demand and signed his contract. The wizard
snapped his fingers. It is done. Now go. The fairest,
so gleeful to be free, left the green forest to go back home.
Once arrived, everything was normal and there was no talk of marriage.
At first, the glee in the fairest's heart stuck around. She bounced
from room to room, went on rides whenever she wished,
ate whatever she'd like or dressed how she pleased. But after
her father died, the fairest grew lonely. No companion
could fill the void left in her heart as she sat, alone.
She tried to search out the wizard and plead with him
to take the wish back. But he simply shook his head,
what was done, was done. She had given up her chance
at true love. She aged, sitting on her gold throne with no one
beside her, head on her hands as she entered the light.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Slave to dreams
Oh dreams, mystical dreams
Full of trains and planes and cars,
Of a man i refuse to call master
And yet submit to cook and clean.
Those outside warn me that he
Will put a rifle to my head
But i see only a lonely soul,
Lost from the world, blood
Of his dead wife flashing in his eyes.
Oh dreams full of mazes, losing
My way, i do not fear you
As i do not cower to my master.
You can pat me down, dear security,
Look for my ticket to the world,
But you will not succeed.
Oh mystical dreams, you think
You have power over me, hold
An iron fist over my head, ready
To strike. But i hold something greater
That you, dreams, can only desire
And never hold. I can change reality.
Howl
Baby, I'm howlin' for you.
Watch that night sky
as the sun sets over the horizon
because once that moon
is high above on its throne,
I'll be here, howlin' for you.
Wrap your hand around my waist,
trace my jaw with your finger tips,
drown in the black tipped eyes
Baby, join me as I howl
just for you, praising the night.
We will be animals, roll over
the moss covered forest floor.
You'll pin me down, do what you please
but I'll still be howlin' for you.
The stars will S.O.S from overhead
as the sun gets ready for its grand
entrance, but I'll still be howlin' for you.
As the fog crawls into the forest,
hiding the moss, blanketing us,
we will howl for each other.
Watch that night sky
as the sun sets over the horizon
because once that moon
is high above on its throne,
I'll be here, howlin' for you.
Wrap your hand around my waist,
trace my jaw with your finger tips,
drown in the black tipped eyes
Baby, join me as I howl
just for you, praising the night.
We will be animals, roll over
the moss covered forest floor.
You'll pin me down, do what you please
but I'll still be howlin' for you.
The stars will S.O.S from overhead
as the sun gets ready for its grand
entrance, but I'll still be howlin' for you.
As the fog crawls into the forest,
hiding the moss, blanketing us,
we will howl for each other.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Take a Walk
Go take a walk, breathe in the country air,
don't worry about the wars or the politics
get away from other people, leave the curled
fists of stress behind. Pick a wildflower
as it perches in a nestle of leaves.
Lay on your back and look up into the sky
forming elephants, ice cream cones, flowers
in the clouds as they wander by. Make a wish
on the back of a dandelion as it floats away,
watching it as it tastes the sweet nectar of freedom
in the air. Splash in the river water as you dip
a toe into the chilly rapids.
Go take a walk, breathe in the country air.
don't worry about the wars or the politics
get away from other people, leave the curled
fists of stress behind. Pick a wildflower
as it perches in a nestle of leaves.
Lay on your back and look up into the sky
forming elephants, ice cream cones, flowers
in the clouds as they wander by. Make a wish
on the back of a dandelion as it floats away,
watching it as it tastes the sweet nectar of freedom
in the air. Splash in the river water as you dip
a toe into the chilly rapids.
Go take a walk, breathe in the country air.
Family
(There is a start here I'm going to play with in the future.)
It's more than just my mom and my dad and me
and my sister and brother, grandmother, uncles,
aunts, cousins. There is more to my family
than meets the eye. Some of them aren't
part blood or even the same nationality.
But together we form a circle, hands in hands,
bound together as one. There is the girl
I call my sister who knows more of the true
thoughts running through my mind than my own
brain cells. Distance doesn't matter, politics
are thrown out the window because we'll never
agree, but none of it matters when her and I
are side by side. It is not just her.
It is those that have only known me
for a little over two years. Who put up with
sharing a living space or go stargazing
under the sky. We climb trees, we walk
over the icy river. We party, we cry, we fight
but none of it matters when we're all together.
You know you have each other's backs
when we want to beat up ex significant others
for hurting one of us or emptying the tissue
box on one another's shoulder, when your
older "brother" decides to toss you down
a waterfall. We'll smirk, we'll laugh,
we'll play slap, but none of it matters
because they are my family.
It's more than just my mom and my dad and me
and my sister and brother, grandmother, uncles,
aunts, cousins. There is more to my family
than meets the eye. Some of them aren't
part blood or even the same nationality.
But together we form a circle, hands in hands,
bound together as one. There is the girl
I call my sister who knows more of the true
thoughts running through my mind than my own
brain cells. Distance doesn't matter, politics
are thrown out the window because we'll never
agree, but none of it matters when her and I
are side by side. It is not just her.
It is those that have only known me
for a little over two years. Who put up with
sharing a living space or go stargazing
under the sky. We climb trees, we walk
over the icy river. We party, we cry, we fight
but none of it matters when we're all together.
You know you have each other's backs
when we want to beat up ex significant others
for hurting one of us or emptying the tissue
box on one another's shoulder, when your
older "brother" decides to toss you down
a waterfall. We'll smirk, we'll laugh,
we'll play slap, but none of it matters
because they are my family.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Dark Side
"Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Nobody's a picture perfect
But we're worth it
You know that we're worth it
Will you love me?
Even with my dark side?"
Look into the flesh, beyond the skin, beyond those plush lips,
see what's really inside. Accept me for me because I'm not
changing. Don't try and morph me into your dollhouse.
I'm not one to be dressed up or altered or played games
with. Let my dark side shine, let me be me.
I'm not always going to fall in love with the Ken doll
or love the purple Jeep or the dream house. I don't
like pink lipstick, I like a deep crimson red. My hair
won't be perfect, won't be styled exactly straight,
it will always have its wave. I'm not just going to walk
around shopping or keeping my lips sealed. I'll talk
politics, I'll layer on the eyeliner, I'll pull on my black
Converse and dress like a hobo in yoga pants and cami.
I'm not always going to model perfect or wear stiletto heels.
I won't ever dye my hair blonde or act like a bimbo.
No, this girl means business, success and ambition.
Take it or leave it. Embrace my dark side
or leave me be. Life's too short
for you to change me.
A Monologue from a Lioness
Me reading my newest piece, a Monologue from a Lioness.
I have the power of a thousand, eyes that flash and tempt, paws with sharp claws. And only the best can tame me. I have watched them fail, time after time, not realizing how to lasso me around the neck. I have sat in wait, cautiously watching around me and playing with the toys they threw. Some entertained me for awhile. At one point, I found one very interesting and it kept my attention for many months, a snow globe sparkling in the light. But alas, the snow globe broke from the pressure of my paws. The flakes of snow fell all around me as I cried, the little snowman now without a home and without a winter wonderland circling around him. It was a good toy. I had loved my time with it, but it was gone and it was time to move on.
That was when I found something else. It wasn't entirely new to me, I had glanced at it before. It didn't sparkle, but it had something about it. It wasn't a bone or a piece of meat. It wasn't a ball of yarn that would unravel the minute I began my play. No, it was hardier than that. It wasn't like the snow globe with its fragile outside and fate that could only be moved by others and not itself. Rather, it was a tiny screen and in front, a little controller. Just the right size for my paws, I turned it over and over in my hands before my claws sat on its buttons. It made sounds, it lit up, it played back. I smiled in my toothy lioness way. Maybe this one would stick around.
As I played, he came up and sat at my side, not my back or in front of me. Not trying to be my servant, not afraid of me and not trying to control. No, he approached me as an equal and I respected that as he pulled out another controller from his pocket. I let him lean on me, stroke my fur as we sat, together as one.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
A Lion in the Night
She stole my heart, a lion in the night.
She crept in the shadows, laying low
in the tall grass, waiting, those eyes
beaming in the moonlight.
She pounced, a lion in the night.
Her paws encircling me, but no flashing
claws. It was those dark rimmed eyes,
the long lashes batting in the moonlight.
She purred, a lion in the night.
She was the only one for me,
the only one I would obey those eyes,
bowing to her will in the moonlight.
She was my lion in the night.
She crept in the shadows, laying low
in the tall grass, waiting, those eyes
beaming in the moonlight.
She pounced, a lion in the night.
Her paws encircling me, but no flashing
claws. It was those dark rimmed eyes,
the long lashes batting in the moonlight.
She purred, a lion in the night.
She was the only one for me,
the only one I would obey those eyes,
bowing to her will in the moonlight.
She was my lion in the night.
Followers, time for a poetry party!
This morning, I passed my road test! For those of you who don't know, I've been working on this all summer and before and this is a huge step. I get my car (*cough* 2012/2013 Mazda 3) in May once I graduate. Therefore, there now must be a poetry party. I'm going to try and post a bunch of stuff tonight and tomorrow in between meals, work and runs so look forward to it! I may even post a gif or song or two. :)
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Vogue
I don't hide in my makeup.
Rather, I outline the sexy
eyes, winging them with black
a careful line as they stare
you down, strutting the runway.
A soft stroke of a brush,
a gentle fog of gray blue,
popping the dark chocolate
irises. Two big sweeps
of mascara, seductively watching.
The bright red of vintage America
kisses my plush lips, inviting
your lips to meet mine or watch
as I dip a strawberry into luscious
chocolate. I am ready for you,
come get me if you dare.
Rather, I outline the sexy
eyes, winging them with black
a careful line as they stare
you down, strutting the runway.
A soft stroke of a brush,
a gentle fog of gray blue,
popping the dark chocolate
irises. Two big sweeps
of mascara, seductively watching.
The bright red of vintage America
kisses my plush lips, inviting
your lips to meet mine or watch
as I dip a strawberry into luscious
chocolate. I am ready for you,
come get me if you dare.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Shower
Stepping into the white box,
drawing the curtain closed
turning the dial somewhere
between hot and cold,
letting the splash cover every
inch of sweat soaked skin.
The dark hair turns black
as it runs down a porcelain
back. Sitting at the bottom
of that white box, eyes closed,
feeling the drips of water.
Nothing else matters as the mind
dumps its load into the drain
as the water drops carry it
through the floor and into the whirlpool.
Down the drain goes heartbreak,
toxic thoughts, the scars slowly
leaving the skin as the ice water
forces itself on the body, cleansing.
Curling up in a ball at the bottom
of the shower, head on knees
trying to understand, finally rising
renewed, a sense of calm,
cleaned.
drawing the curtain closed
turning the dial somewhere
between hot and cold,
letting the splash cover every
inch of sweat soaked skin.
The dark hair turns black
as it runs down a porcelain
back. Sitting at the bottom
of that white box, eyes closed,
feeling the drips of water.
Nothing else matters as the mind
dumps its load into the drain
as the water drops carry it
through the floor and into the whirlpool.
Down the drain goes heartbreak,
toxic thoughts, the scars slowly
leaving the skin as the ice water
forces itself on the body, cleansing.
Curling up in a ball at the bottom
of the shower, head on knees
trying to understand, finally rising
renewed, a sense of calm,
cleaned.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Desk Worn
You know it's been a long day when
the words start blurring on your screen,
when lizards begin to make sense,
when the phone rings and you throw
it against a wall because it's been all meetings
all day, every hour, every minute,
when a 4:30 run makes sense in summer
humidity, when 1.5 divided by 2
becomes 2/3 instead of 3/4.
You know it's a Wednesday when
you're glad Monday's over
but Friday won't come faster
and it's not a pay week,
when everyone wants to talk to you
or have you on their conference call.
You know it's time to call today quits
when there's no energy to dance.
the words start blurring on your screen,
when lizards begin to make sense,
when the phone rings and you throw
it against a wall because it's been all meetings
all day, every hour, every minute,
when a 4:30 run makes sense in summer
humidity, when 1.5 divided by 2
becomes 2/3 instead of 3/4.
You know it's a Wednesday when
you're glad Monday's over
but Friday won't come faster
and it's not a pay week,
when everyone wants to talk to you
or have you on their conference call.
You know it's time to call today quits
when there's no energy to dance.
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