I wish I could get as close as the threads
of your winter jumper, so close that
you can feel each word falling from my glossy
lips like lightning striking the star like moles
of your forearms.
I can’t quite tell you how I hope for this.
“Close.” Translates to “Weakness”, an empty
display of feeling sparking through you like
alarm bells. Treacherous.
But still, I could stick with this.
Writing poems where only the memory of you
creates catastrophic storms colliding together
on my thin paper.
Perfection was never quite so formulated.
Echoed throughout the ripples of water growing
with each clap of your strong hands, with veins
like tree branches of which I long to trace back
to the roots.
I’ll meet you there.
With lazy kisses on smiling cheeks, raincoats
with each-others hands held in the others pockets
and storm proof umbrellas.
I will brace your thunder, just please-
Be my damage control when my raging catastrophe
becomes too much for me to swallow.
My words are suiciding themselves down on you like
hail stones. I am scared that it’s hurting you.
But I cannot help myself, I need this-
This torturous tapping on the others brain like my
colossal crashing is yelling:
Don’t forget me please, I am still right
If it were to signify anything to your courageous
perfection, I would write “I love you”
6988 times over my skies so that you may take
comfort in knowing that you are far from contrails.
No. No you are something much more eternal than that.
I suppose you are the living reason behind our habits
to name hurricanes after people, or people after
storms. Or lovers after destruction.
“I love you”
The words hit the side walk like rain drops.
The world applauds our tempest.
I open my mouth to say it again:
I manage to swallow an entire sea bed.
Somehow you can make all of this possible.
Somehow, I’ve fallen in love, with a feeling.
I'm so happy that you have found more confidence in sharing your poems. Know that I mean it when I say you have a fresh, unique voice and I (as well as others) truly enjoy your poetry. Each verse is genuine and several times, I've had to go back and re-read a line because it holds a greater depth. I hope in posting and emerging you are able to grow and shine even brighter as a poet.
"I suppose you are the living reason behind our habits
to name hurricanes after people, or people after
storms. Or lovers after destruction."
- This got me thinking. We're used to hearing about the path of "Hurricane This" and "Hurricane That" without a second thought.... I actually looked up the naming process. Apparently, it's a strict procedure and they rotate with names every six years. How fascinating that the human condition, that human catastrophe, is often related with other forces. That we can humanize storms or chaos. That to me is fascinating to think about.
*I also LOVE the incorporation of 6988% of stardust and how you explained its significance. Thanks for sharing that*
:3 You have brought me to tears through reading this!! thank you so so much!
When i was writing about the naming the hurricanes after people and the people after storms, i actually did it because when i was 11 i only just began writing poetry, and i wrote a poem where i said "I was made to love your your brightest days, I am made to love your hurricanes."
And I have been working on collecting all the poems that i like the most and putting them together, and i saw that line and thought that actually people do have hurricanes within them, in the form of emotions. And i started to wonder if being with someone who you almost give so much too, and rely on so much, that when/if they leave.... It's just wreckage.
Such chaos within a human heart does bring out the largest amount of debris, yet even the smallest specs of "imperfection." are things that are so hard to come to terms with.
That is ultimately what i have learnt through writing; that some aspects of me and my life that i wish wasn't engraved on me, are, and they arn't going to leave until i recognise them, and continue on going despite of them.
I loved hearing about your own little research into hurricanes and their naming process!! I'm glad it made you ponder on some things!
Would love to keep conversing like this lol, i never normally get too xx
Thanks again! wishing you all the best xx
9 months ago
It is fitting! Thank you for answering :)
MaryAnne (Poet on the Piano) mentioned you were writing amazing poems, and ever since I read my first piece by you, I've been hooked! Thank you for sharing your poems with us :D
when i was younger, one of the old poems I would read was this little poem stating that every human was made of 6988% of stardust. But the author of the poem ages ago wrote another small poem stating that 88% was the amount of sadness in a person and 6900 is that of someones happiness. This whole poem represent feeling in love but still feeling inadequate. I don't know why i just thought it was fitting xx <3