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Rose-Colored Glasses

The glasses are off

I am no longer blind

I saw the solution in your eyes

The moment you knew it was wrong

And kept me holding on

This game is chess

And I am not the queen

Only a pawn

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Wildfire

The destruction caused by the wildfires in Southern California, the place I call home, are horrible. I am deeply saddened by all the destruction I see, and the ashes left behind of people’s homes, workplaces, etc.

It is almost a testament to how temporary things can be in this life. What is important is that we love and care for people, cherishing them above tangible material items. A house does not make a home. It is the people in it that do.

In my writing I have a tendency to compare life circumstances and people to natural disasters, because while they can cause so much destruction and ruin everything, they can also be beautiful learning experiences that we build from. We start over and over again from nothing and we continue to build, learn, and grow. What is more human than that? What is more beautiful?

 

Here is my short poem wildfire that reminds me of someone I used to know. Enjoy. Comment. Like. Subscribe.

 

Smoke fills the sky

Clogging my lungs

Blackening my heart

 I rummage through the destruction

Your name is written in embers underneath the ashes

You’re so beautiful as you burn straight through me

Ravaging all I have left

 

 

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December

I hate waking up when it’s cold
Isn’t everything cold when you’re alone?
The silence
The way you freeze your heart—
So, it won’t tell your brain to think about me

Freezing emotions is much like freezing a body of water
Not every part of the lake is solid
People can still fall in the cracks
Trapped under the ice
Never to come out

Winter reminds me of your eyes
And how inevitably everything dies
Only to grow again in spring
Maybe your coldness isn’t real
Just the absence of warmth
You’ve rotated too far away from the sun

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Addicted to Lies

I am addicted to lies.

When I say I am addicted,

I mean I will crush them up and snort them with a dollar bill

For me they are no hard pill to swallow–

Comfortable and warm 

Like being snuggled in a fluffy blanket during a blizzard

 

Your lies were my absolute favorite

Strong and potent

Magic dragon

Purple haze

Lies seeped into my bloodstream

Keeping me in the sky for days

 

I greeted the sun and it talked back while I sat on that cotton candy cloud

Hallucinations

One more hit as my heart melted out of my body

Two more hits as my brain cells start to die

Three hits and there’s no turning back

Tunnel vision

 

When I say I am addicted I mean I hate reality

White powder rain, poof as you disappeared—withdrawal

All I have is empty space, nothing to lace with

My drug of choice turned its back on me

Leaving me with a bitter taste—truth

I can’t fall asleep knowing your lies are getting her high

 

 

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Hide & Seek

Don’t tell me you miss me. Tell me you read every one of my words while you were away. Tell me you found yourself there in the tiny spaces of the letters. Let me know how much they wounded you after you realized the truth about us. The only way to get through is to read between the lines. Because I’ve hidden away my heart for protection and it’s up to you to seek the treasure you wish to find. I’m done trading my worth for your lies. Go count your mistakes with your eyes closed. I’ll go hide and you seek, don’t peek.

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Confetti

I am a balloon filled with confetti
The air is you
The confetti is my personal collection of feelings—
Hidden in this balloon
I just want to explode
To be torn open,
Rain down all I have
But I keep it together
I keep floating in the sky
Waiting for you to grab the string and pull me down from this high

I stay here full of hot air and scraps of paper
Pretending to be beautiful on my own
Being taken with your wind no matter which direction
There is nothing beautiful about colorful secrets and candy coated lies

Maybe the rest of the world deserves to see me
Waiting and patience have voided like the coupons that sit in my drawer
Useless
Or the days I’ve counted that turned into years
Wasted
No words spoken, only moments felt
But my goodness I still need you so I can breathe