Category: Poetry

Ticking

Time is neither backwards or forwards. It is not linear nor circular. It is at once a commodity and a construct, an innate sense of growth and experience and as fleeting as a hummingbird.

Time beats against the waves of youth, etching wrinkles like scars along our skin. We try to grasp it in filtered photographs and seven second clips filled with hashtags that only mar our memories and confuse our senses.

Time presses on. We float both forwards and backwards, inside out and upside down.

But we forget to simply exist.

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Dryad

The past is a jumble of misplaced colors and sounds that I can no longer comprehend.

But, like a siren on the rocks, the memory beckons. You taste of bourbon and salt and the hard bruise of your kiss seems to linger on my lips.

Or maybe it’s chapstick.

The last time we touched it was snowing and you heated me from the inside-out. You made me run even though I’d broken my heel.

I’ve forgotten if you were a dream or a nightmare. Or maybe you stole my memories when you left.

Crumpled, and with no return address, our time together trickles back. A series of silent vignettes with no captions.

You lurk somewhere there, in the depths. Watching. Waiting. Ready to drag me under the moment I turn away from the sun.

Sometimes I prefer the dark.

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Rose glasses

Time flows like a stream; meandering ripples that sparkle in the sunlight.

Prisms of memories float through my mind. Your smile. My grief. Your struggles. My voice.

They glint in shades of chartreuse, teal, and gold, landing on my eyelids like falling snowflakes

Perfect moments, tinged violet in nostalgia.

How will you remember me?

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Doctorate

You wrapped me in cellophane promises.

Poured honeyed lies on my lips

Adorned me with rose scented thorns

And left me with nothing but a pink book of matches

As though I wasn’t smart enough to set the world on fire.

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Mein

Grit jaw. Steel eyes. A glare that could cut glass. You approach the world with weary confidence forged from a life of learned indifference.

But you crack for me.

It starts small. Wry amusement. A sly chuckle. Pupils dilating. Until the crack shatters and your lips puddle on mine like velvet.

And finally, I see you.

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Terraform

The crow calls, and I open the door.

Snow and frost and bitter cold cuts deep into my skin, breaking open long healed scars that were once gaping wounds.

Barren trees tremble and the ground cracks with ice.

You came. You came.

Alone and needy, you smell my fire and melt into a smile.

And despite the crows warning, I give you refuge. I shelter you in my soft depths and keep you warm in the dark winter.

A sparrow sings. Snowdrops dip their heads above ground. On the first day of March, the moon blots out the sun. In the darkness, you slip away, leaving only petals in your wake.

I could never hold you. I am winter reborn. Frost and starlight, cold nights and silver moons. I sparkle like icy frost, but you glitter like morning dew.

You always leave. But this time you left a seed.

I feel it changing my body from within. Planting roots. Budding like a shy violet in the light of the day.

The crow tilts his head and murmurs.

Be patient little one, I whisper.

Be patient.

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Seventeen

Whimsy mixes with the stubble on your chin. An incongruous pair, but one that hangs on you like a cloak.

You walk next to me, not quite equals, but less youth and more man.

Except for tonight.

Tonight you wrapped yourself in the trappings of childhood. You donned your youth like it was the treasure and not the burden.

And you trick-or-treated with your mom.

At 17.

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Werewolf

Teal pink fades to black

A streak of silver shoots across the sky, illuminating my body in the glow of glitter and twilight.

I wrap the earth around me and wait for you to come.

Trees cry and the moon bleeds. Still, I am alone.

The change happens with a quick slowness, like a flower opening.

I know I am different than I was before, but somehow I unfurled and stretched with such lithe grace that I can’t remember where I started.

Or why I am here.

The moon is high.

You are alone.

And Im ready to feast.

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Extraneous

A pile of paper falls off the desk like bubbles floating to the surface.

I dive low, picking them up with calloused hands and frayed patience.

Notifications chime a brief warning before emails pop, pop, pop, pop, like a never-ending stream of consciousness from an unchained mind.

Lights hum overhead; a swarm of fluorescent insects.

My back creaks against the chair. It’s an unwelcome visitor in an inhospitable environment.

Stagnant air makes me gasp for breath.

It’s only 9 AM.

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Threshold

Today I noticed that the air was heavy, as though burdened with a secret.

So I listened. I listened as the wind snaked through the trees in a half garbled language of rustling leaves and swaying branches.

But I couldn’t make sense of it.

The crows did. Like gossiping sparrows, they lifted the secret on their wings and delivered it to my doorstep. Their cawing is a song from a different life. One that I’ve forgotten. I’ve forgotten.

The breeze lifts my hair and kisses my neck. A hummingbird flutters by my side. A Crow tilts his head.

And I understand.

You are coming. You are coming.

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