Posts Tagged ‘heart’
2 a.m. Happiness
Posted by: Farah on: May 16, 2009
So happy for no particular reason.
No inciting action,
but this is my season.
Summer in his smile
melted winter in my heart.
We’re spring.
Old Me
Posted by: Farah on: May 14, 2009
- In: poetry
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i now sometimes wonder where
the old me went.
did she die a miserable death
to match her painful existence?
or does she live in my chest,
keeping my heart beating
through reminders of what she used to be?
or maybe she still lives in me,
a skinny, emaciated girl
underneath the skin of a woman
who smiles even when she’s sleeping now.
her tears [...]
Retrospect for God
Posted by: Farah on: March 6, 2009
i think in life,
some people are just meant to go through things.
and for whatever reason,
one of those people is me.
even though he allows me to get beat,
i know he loves me.
even though my heart breaks,
only to be put together again
so it can fall apart in new ways,
i know he will always be there
with a roll [...]
Fireflies
Posted by: Farah on: February 22, 2009
- In: poetry
- 5 Comments
i wish i could take
the sensuous gravity of this night
in my hands and place it softly inside a clear jar
to keep for our remembrance.
we innocently brush one another like fireflies.
i cautiously beg you to look at my light
and i flicker in ways i thought were shut off.
let’s not let our air supply get cut off.
this [...]
Still Born
Posted by: Farah on: February 16, 2009
i feel frozen,
hard to do anything,
not justified in joy,
stuck in anxiety,
crying while running
because there is no time for stopping.
my mother,
example of strength,
template for beauty,
example of generosity,
standard of selflessness,
feeling of family,
antidote for insanity
is struggling.
my soul is still connected
by an invisible umbilical cord
feeding me medication and hope
and faith and pain
and they course through my veins
as i try [...]
I May Get Lonely Sometimes
Posted by: Farah on: February 14, 2009
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
i may get lonely sometimes,
question the love of those around me,
long for the feeling of arms around me–
circling, grasping, speaking in the form of squeezing
and making me feel safe in this dangerous world.
but i’m not alone.
i have known alone,
moved into a room in her home,
making my bed every morning
until i was evicted by joy,
pulled out [...]
Bench Warmer
Posted by: Farah on: February 6, 2009
i wanted to be the last kid picked
for the basketball team,
sitting in sidelines while no one talks to me–
invisible.
i got used to being shy,
uncoordinated, terrified
when the ball was passed to me,
double dribbling when i could’ve laid it up,
never imagining that one day,
i might dunk.
but now i have a chance to be point guard.
how can i [...]
This Ain’t About You
Posted by: Farah on: February 3, 2009
man, how do i write about you without
writing about you?
i feel like poems are special,
and though i suspect you’re just that,
i’m not ready to admit that.
words are powerful and when they are teamed up
to make melodies that melt souls and water eyes
and wet tongues and underwear,
they can take over the world.
but i suppose if i [...]
Great Eggspectations
Posted by: Farah on: January 29, 2009
i’m a little confused–
wrapped up in two,
thinking it’s better than one.
i had a dozen eggs once,
but i dropped one in the street
and a car drove over it.
i gave another one away,
hoping it would be kept safe,
but when i returned,
it was scrambled, fried
and burned.
another one disappeared right in front of my face
as the culprit stole it [...]
That’s The Way Love Goes…Revisited
Posted by: Farah on: January 27, 2009
like a crackhead to the pipe,
burned by the fire,
i hate romance and crave it…
on what day did God create desire?
that’s how my heart goes…
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