KNOWING YOURSELF WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING YOURSELF
Unwritten sonatas and sandless beaches
Go hand-in-hand
I cry without a sense of my own being
Writing mindless words onto a blank slate
Hoping to get the point across
Almost as if a piece of paper
Could be a form of dipping my feet
Into cold and unsettling waters
I love how speech is conveyed
And how people interpret art pieces
Just as much as I love to collect objects
Or listen to music while my lights are off
But love itself is stronger
And cannot be replaced by my untouched hobbies
I reach for my own heart
As I would for any book
And I pull into myself
My knees grazing against my chest
Acting as a bullet of comfortability
I blink
And block out all the noise
Keeping myself steady
I am a boat lost at sea
MAYFLOWERS
i sit in my bed as the sky rolls in / like a film set, the clouds pass as if being pushed by an unknown force / a smile lay against my face / i bask in the sun / it is may now, and i am the same girl i have always been / i watch the flowers bloom with an eerie stare / as if i had been anticipating this colorful change / consistent, bright change / a locket hangs from my neck / the metal cold against my skin / inside is everything i could care about / i hold it to my heart / i kiss my fingers / a thunderstorm brews in the west / i await the darker skies / the breeze tosses around my hair / i look majestic but i cannot see myself / i allow the confidence to wash over me / like a cold shower / my stance tightens and i grin wide / i feel new / as if something had changed all along
LIFE’S LITTLE INSTRUCTIONS
I sit quietly in a field
My legs stretched out
Grass tickling my calves
Tracing my sun-kissed skin
It is an ethereal feeling
On the final autumn day
Winter fastly approaching
I am excited
More than I should be
I think to myself
Humming a little tune
A smile plastered against my face—so huge and warm
It is grand to enjoy the little moments in life
Before time as you know it is gone
Sand resting at the bottom of your hourglass
My fingers tap against my knee
My nails had been freshly trimmed
Gnawed at by my intrusiveness
A fresh, not-too-bitter breeze blows my hair around
Leaving its fingerprints along my exposed skin
Nature is not always intimate
Nature is deadly and harsh
But, as I sit still
I allow this rare moment to consume me
My mind had shut off for a brief moment
And as I lie down, I am reminded of the little things
The small
Significant things
Such as the ring on my finger
Or the bracelet on my left wrist
The little things that life itself takes for granted
Me
You
The dying leaves
I pause
I remind myself to take lots of snapshots
Write little notes promptly
Use a favorite picture of a loved one as a bookmark
And most importantly
Believe in love at first sight
