Poem: Who I Am

Poem: Who I Am

I stopped feeling sad at some point;

I don’t know when or why,

But probably something to do with

Letting go and making plans

That let me focus on being me,

Dancing without feeling silly,

Writing without feeling whiny,

Living without feeling guilty

Of not living my truth.

No need for imposter syndrome,

Or being trapped by what I’m not;

I’m living just because I can,

And this is who I am.

j.p

Poem: Sunbeam

Lately I’ve been painting my eyelids pink

To feel like some sort of sunbeam

Stretching out into a strawberry banana sky,

Blending the brightest parts of my being

Outward into peachy pink bliss.

j.p

Poem: Burning

When I realized I loved you,

Your every motion stirred up

A commotion in my mind.

You sent my heart up in flames

That nearly choked me.

I couldn’t tell you

How you made me feel then,

How I was like a firework

Set off by you,

Barely able to contain myself,

About to burst apart in the sky.

How could anyone go on

Without that same level of chaos

After being aflame for so long?

How has anyone extinguished themselves

And been able to move on

From self-destructive love?

How did I get over you?

Your eyes were catalysts

To my combustion.

I simply had to remember

How wonderful life was

Before I was burning alive.

j.p

Poem: Unspoken Lines #4

A Haiku // The One about a Bike

“Today I’ll show you

How to ride a bike. Then we

Can go exploring!”

j.p

Poem: Connections

There’s sometimes a pressure

To craft a proper poem,

One that I impose on myself

To limit my imagination.

I have mostly let go

Of my need to force rhymes

And connections

Where they need not be,

My need

To force connections

That are not meant to be made,

That are not built to last,

But I sometimes cannot help myself from

Forming a bond that’s bound to break.

j.p

Poem: Insomnia

It’s all dark here

And there’s no one to bother me

And nothing to fear –

But since

I’m all alone here,

There’s no one to comfort me

And no one to care

j.p