Posts Tagged ‘soul’
Adjectively Interesting
Posted by: Farah on: October 3, 2009
- In: poetry
- 3 Comments
i always swore that
i was so freaking awesome–
well not always,
but for quite a while,
i’ve been some kind of wonderful
and then i met you
and you’re super fantastic
and when we’re together,
i’m über courageous
and when i say your name,
i’m uncontrollably smiling
and when you’re close enough to touch,
i’m shiveringly anxious
and now that we’ve bonded,
i’m so incredibly grateful.
our souls have [...]
The Beauty of Now
Posted by: Farah on: February 27, 2009
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
regardless of how things might end up,
i’m thankful for now;
for my smile and the awakening
in my soul and body,
body and soul;
for jazz tones traveling up my spine
and dancing out of my mouth
through colorful, raucous laughter.
the world becomes pink and blue
as energy mingles together
in a soft purple violet
thriving, but
needing to be watered.
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 [...]
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 [...]
Without Love
Posted by: Farah on: January 25, 2009
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
where would i be without love?
perhaps shivering naked in a closet,
never having experienced touch;
or sleeping on park benches hoping to get mugged
because violence is at least physical contact
and physical contact sometimes simulates
or at least emulates
love.
where would i be?
mouth devoid of four-letter words
and heart symbols to connect others to me,
interactions without laughter,
days without passion,
existence without meaning,
living [...]
Ambulatory Announcement
Posted by: Farah on: January 21, 2009
- In: poetry
- 5 Comments
one day i’m gonna walk away from it all.
leave squeaky chair spinning in cubicle
and pictures on the wall
and expectations of success
and bill collector calls
and dreams that are too far to reach
and grab them as if all
that mattered
was honoring me.
i’m gonna walk away,
maybe even run,
not caring if i break the heels on my black leather pumps
or [...]
Blankety Blank
Posted by: Farah on: January 15, 2009
blank slate,
blank page,
blank mind,
blank heart
full of blank grief,
empty sorrow.
who cares about tomorrow?
it’s blank too
like the response to a question
that’s inappropriate and uncomfortable.
blank rest,
blank nest
full of love, often too much.
i need some air
so my blank lungs can breathe here,
share the earth with blank eyes,
blank souls
just like mine
in a world that is both blank and divine
and be [...]
The Power of “Yes”
Posted by: Farah on: January 13, 2009
your eyes reveal as you look down at me
that with your shy politeness,
you could give me
my “yes” back.
my “no” has been ignored in the past,
pushed down so far that screams turned into gasps
and fight melted into surrender,
but for some reason,
i don’t feel like fighting when i see you.
i feel like saying “yes”
and enjoying the way [...]
I Have a Present
Posted by: Farah on: January 11, 2009
where do i put all of this anger?
sometimes i hide it away in my heart
because it seems like the safest place,
but late at night,
it leaks out and keeps me awake.
so where can i put it?
maybe i can wrap it in metallic paper
and hand it off like a surprise gift to a stranger
and just as they’re [...]
Love Me
Posted by: Farah on: January 4, 2009
- In: poetry
- 5 Comments
i want you to love me,
not in that agape unconditional love type way,
but that “please baby please baby please” type way,
that get on your knees and pray
that God answers and allows us
to cross paths again type way,
that you remember my birthday
without Facebook or Myspace type way.
i want to be the last thought on your mind [...]
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