Speaking a whole new language

Desperately telling stories

Creating your own flow, and

I almost forget

That this is my passion.

A nation of letters

Giving you a deep feeling

Inside.

A knot of fire

Inside your chest,

To never die.

Keep your poems long;

Like the roughest nights

And my bones will clank at the slightest

Movement.

Reminiscing when the words came so easy

When I used to write on an actual sheet

Something

Seething,

An underlying

Feeling

In these words, not worth preaching.

Get lost

in the space of this page

Get lost

In the intimacy of these blended

Sentences.

Leaky words seep out of my broken heart

Unbraiding my brains braid

For some melancholy words to say.

You know I won’t feel guilty

When I yank you around with these,

Light house metaphors

Leading you to shore

The meaning behind this poem

Want these words to come ALIVE
But they have died long before they had

Been written.

Something gifted in all writing but mine

And I testify!
That I could never write

Properly

I can’t love because of me

I can’t even love my own

Poetry