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At our Eyes Closed (Poem)

AT OUR EYES CLOSED

1536649_10152123905722702_549278533_nAt our eyes closed

I stood still before you, gazing at honesty

Knitted on the silver linings of your skin inviting

us into a ceremonial dance of affection

into lovers dance

into cross paths

At our eyes closed, there is no day and dawn,

There are no alarm clocks and morning rooster crows

Just full moons and stars becoming ex-lovers

washed in rain and swept away by whirlwinds

to become other lovers lovers

We finally hold hands joyfully

exchanging sentiments encrypted boldly on finger tips

that forever ached to interlock without time

begging us to stop,

or to move on with seasons that passed

So 5 years later

We are trembling in between each others palms

pruning warmth from souls that wish to end together

At our eyes closed, I conversed with the poet in you

in a language that only ghosts would understand

We became skeletons between walls of your room,

trapped in peace like coffins beneath tombstones

I have danced with shadows of your pupils

On the hot silver sand,

where I have seen you write neon poems

With your toes concealing parts of us

that burnt with years that passed

At our eyes closed,

We crawled back into temples

that housed our bare bodies from tanning

Poems

we grew gardens from these

new and gentle

and honest

Remembering..

time

 

 

 

 

 

 

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and you say i am a poet

Last night i did a very touchy piece at the writers workshop. I need to mention, this piece was inspired by a post i met on face book, a status rather, reading..”POETS ARE COOL”.I loved the compliment, but one of the comments said, and they are WEIRD and ooh i loved it even. But i was interested in the meaning of weird.  You see, i have been at this for years now, but people still ask me at all poetry shows if im there as AUDIENCE or as a POET especially in bigger events just because i dont wear natural print cloth, or rocking a natural hair trait they say.(I dont know if anyone has ever experienced it, especially as a female poet). But i have to say, its not what makes me A POET and im coool like that.

But POETS DO NOT HUG TREES,

WE DO NOT EAT PENCILS, AND YES we dont hate wigs or artificial nails either..I too am human, i am a girl, and i have feelings..I am cool, and WEIRD too and i love it too..

YOU SAY I AM A POET

I have tasted handfuls of salty tears and

Armfuls of smiles, begging me to keep dancing

To the melody of my words

I am many shadows of complexity,

trapped in a nervous soul hanging in there,

in here,

between these rib cages and my lungs

some where.. yearning, fighting,

Seeking, learning answers to your

Earthly concerns, etched painfully across my heart

And.. You say

I am a poet,

You think I hug trees,

and whisper to the skies chasing dreams,

 and sometimes you ask me

If I save lost butterflies too

Or bite my pencils or play piano

And sleep with books under my pillow

in that printed cloth and natural hair

Because I am a poet?

I evade, avoid and travel in lonesome feelings

Bottled beneath layers of my skin and

Each time I stand tall at the podium,

I feel my lungs compress, gathering like rain clouds

forcing sad truths through corners of my curled lips,

 that each time I breath these sighs and cries

They sound like beautiful melody

And you will be smiling,

Telling me I am a poet,

but

At times I need a hug, I need a hand shake

a kiss on the forehead and a bucket of flowers

because I am a girl,

 and I am human too but you

You said I am a poet.

 

So I escape the music of the soles of your feet coming home,

And I would tune into beats of my pens push,

dancing on flat paper, because here..

it feels safe, it feels real, it feels like home.

So you try to sentence me to the life

Of sentences because I live for paper

And you tell me to write about it because

You said I am a poet.

 

Don’t push me to write.

It wont speak to me, it wont hold me when I fall,

And i wont either

I would rather let you wipe of my tears,

smell the urgency of my dreams

And share a cup of coffee with me,

So don’t force me to write about stuff

When I tell you im hurting,

im brusing,

im aching..