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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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Natural Disaster

The ocean is my favorite natural disaster

Deep and calm

A massive body of water sitting in a bowl

Blue planet in space

 

Only the ocean isn’t a disaster until it meets wind

I wasn’t a disaster until I crashed into him

Sleeping giant hurricane

If the earth shifts and shakes—tsunami

Enough power to make the highest walls fall

Fifty feet tall before I fell destroying it all

If I am the ocean surely, he is the wind making my waves

Something inside me stirs when he is near

 

His wind turns me into a category four

Still I want more…I always want more

Until infinity and beyond

Evaporation to precipitation

Water cycle

Oxygen to CO²

Me and you

Always close but never together–

Disastrous weather

 

Love is my favorite natural disaster.

 

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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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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

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Indigo

When it rains, the drops absorb into my skin

Each drop, a tear cried from the sky

An indigo bubble forms over my heart

 

Indigo like the color of the night sky after a hurricane that I caused

Each storm I brew, self-destruction

Indigo Christmas lights strung across my body

Indigo flowers lain in a circle around my head

 

As if I had a choice but to be anything but a shade of blue rainbow

Wasted ink of my pen

That bleeds the color of my soul onto paper

The indigo visionary is me, who doesn’t know how to just be

 

The shade doesn’t know if it is purple or blue

Me, a girl who doesn’t know whether to stay or go

Always too high, or too low.