November Poetry

 Hello! Here is my collection of poems from November! Enjoy 

Cyclical 

A drop of water splashes

Onto my arm. Out of the pot

For my tea that I made for my 

Sore throat that I got from 

Talking into the mirror 

For an hour about my dreams

That caused puffy checks 

Because I am afraid I will never 

Be the person I want to be 

So I curled into bed. The taste of sugar 

In my mouth. My heart like 

Sand weighed down by this fear 

The blanket consumes me 

Cocoons me as I isolate

And ignore the notifications

And wonder if I will ever be ok 

I need tea. I put a pot on the stove

To boil

Hey pretty lady,

I sharpen my nails into

Points meant to kill

Each fallen shaving 

A sacrifice for safety

A natural weapon 

A counter for words as I

Walk past. Whispers under 

Drunken breath, 

While starting at my ass

I want to claw them through eyes 

Let the blood pool

Like the ketchup that

Squirts onto the sidewalk

And splashes your pants 

I hope it burns through to your skin

And leaves you ravaged 

Like a wolf by the moon 

In The Silence

The world doesn't stop 

It unfortunately keeps spinning

I keep breathing

As it crashes down

As the cars honk the same

Tune that they always do 

As I get up and eat the same breakfast 

As if I am the same 

I want the world to stop

But it doesn't. 

I want time to freeze 

For the camera to pan 

For it to be fake 

But I get up because I have to

I stand because I have to 

I continue moving because I have to

Because the world never stopped 

The pin didn't drop 

The breath didn't escape me

Only humanity did 

Glass Beach 

They shout at me from the crest of their waves 

Saying their feet know the sand

But they can't see I stand on shards of glass

Ground up so fine it shimmers 

But I don't tell them the difference

Because I am standing here all the same

My feet sinking into the glistening pain 

Turning glass to ruby

A precious gem

How lucky I am to be on that beach.  

But soon a boat will come to save me

It has to come to save me. 

So I can stop waving my white flag

That looks like a dance

And finally, ride atop the crests of the waves 

Her. 

In the haze of sleep

I can still see her face

Still, see the lines that used to 

Carve where her chin would end 

Still, see the small dots of scars

She left behind 

I still hear her in my voice

As the words she used to speak 

Slip from my lips like an old habit 

But I can’t remember

Does our laughter sound the same? 

I still feel her in my days 

When I wake up and 

Our routines blend 

Into one of the same 

When I watch an old show

She used to love 

And can still see why 

If her eyes are my eyes 

Why does it still feel 

Like she disappeared?