Poems   

Rain

Falls

on the

Dark gray walls

Cityscapes alight

hiding the prom’nint scent of blood

Dark city, choked with fog

And through rainstreaked glass

Neon lights like jewels

A hundred colors soak

Into levels of each building

Dripping as the elevators fall

Vines creeping up walls

Stretching down, down to the soul

Forgiveness slipping in 

Glimpses through windows

Down the rain soaked street

I think of her face

-

Raindrops trickles down my window

Some find it sad

But cozied in my bed, I find it peaceful

-

My eyes taste the raindrops

As they fall from my imagination

Are these tears or rain?

The brisk chill of wind

That reminds me of tomorrow 

The bustle of the hallway

Filled with those in and of their own world 

The cold air of promised warmth

Seeping into the clouds 

The smell of pine on a cold fall day 

As the trees creak softly 

The first snow of winter, that covers the world 

In cold, white crystals 

Leaves sprawl on the ground layer of snow

A wood log cracks in a fire

The wide variety of shoes

In this multicolored globe 

The fact that in three days I’ll be on break

For the life below my feet, the willow tree's arms flailing in the wind, for wisteria flowers that will forever remind me where I aspire to be. 

The steaming warmth of tea

Comforting and fragrant, always home

This is what we are thankful for

And we shall never wish for more.

My name is Optimism.

The chance at what could be,

the idea that there could be more.

A singular thought of love,

crushing love.

A love that could be, 

a love that could be more.

But what are the chances?

That they’ll feel the same?

My name is Regret

And the days just keep coming

Stepping through the puddles of my life

And the water is a mirror that I want to hide

But I can’t, this intangible thing–

I can’t hide.

When the days just keep coming,

You get used to seeing your mistakes

Again and again, puddles fizzle into lakes

And instead of hiding, 

I want to run away.

My name is Wistfulness

An ache that stems from feet

Who've carried you from joy

You let them take you

Until when you look up

You don't know where you are

Alone and adrift

The path back is hidden

In a mist of self-doubt

You could keep moving forward

Still,

It's comforting to hurt

Think on times made happy 

Only from what's forgotten

It's nice to stand in wistfulness

My name is Rage 

I can be slow and suffering 

Or loud and tempering

I can hurt you 

Like a stab in the side 

Make you forget the days before

For seconds

Even minutes  

I live inside you like a parasite 

Feeding on your anger and sadness 

Until You Break 

A million pieces

You will never get back

My name is Longing

The thawing ache in every corner of my limbs

The glimmer of spring barely reaches my shadow

Just a flicker,

A faint gleam of light reflected on the thin ice,

And would come the scent of wines and roses.

Yet when I open my eyes,

Harsh is the winds of doubt

And still, here, I wait.

My name is Dissatisfaction

The sun goes down

I look in the mirror

I see laughing, crying, winning, losing,

bruising, bliss, cuts, joy

my mind is silently deafened

the mirror is empty

I don’t cry

years flash away in seconds

the hours are weeks long

the sun goes back up

a day passes

My name is loneliness

Cold and quiet,

I infect the desire

To feel wanted

Not be left wanting

The need to be understood

Not just understand

The craving to be seen

Even for just a moment

No matter how frivolous

My name is grief.

Free me from the chains that bind me to the lost ones,

The chains wielded from pure regret.

Free me from being a marionette doll,

Cut the ribbons tied to my arms and feet, the ones connecting you to me.

Free me of living another day knowing you won’t be in it,

It doesn’t matter that we never talked.

Free me from the teardrops that flood my collarbones with puddles,

From the tear-rashed face that admits my story before my words have the chance.

Free me from the sorrys and the stares I can’t help but notice now,

From the numbness that those words now hold.

Free me from myself,

Free me from Grief.