This Table

This table

…

This table is a memento

To all those who have come and gone

To best friends we call uncles

And ex-wives we call aunts

It’s a table for new boyfriends we bust

And for goers of the 50-year high school reunion

It’s a table we laugh at

A table we yell at

A table that has been stormed from

And run to

This table holds scratches of a newborn’s teeth

And that same teen’s nails

We have attended Zooms

Movie nights

Thanksgiving dinners

And sweet 16 parties here

We have cried and lived

Died and loved

All at that damn dining room table

Amen

…

“Dig in everyone!”

anthr poem, i feel like all my poems have the same main idea? lol idk how to use tumblr tbh. Help me out?

criticisms?

Spiderweb of Nothing

Sometimes all the people in this world are so small

Minuscule

There’s so many nobodies

So many extras

On the world’s stage

It’s hard so believe that all those people have a life as intricate as mine

Hard to believe there’s that much room

For all these people

To grow

I hope the people help each other

I hope the inconsequential lives are watered

I hope they soak in sunlight

But I’m nobody

And people get buried

You’ll never know the story to every scratch on a sidewalk

Every impression on someone’s skin

But that’s the beauty of nobodies and nothings

The mystery

The faith

The attention to detail

We’re all nothing here

. . . . . w e

Somewhere only we know:

Here where the traffic lights swing

The moon is hidden by a lock of hair

Here time sways to a different tune

Dark roads

But windows awake

No ones here but me and everybody

Here is a haven for the people who say hi to strangers

And for the person behind them

In a shadow of lamplights and smiles

Here there are salt-rusted hoops and the benches are softened by a sandy wind

The road here and back

The stars on the street, light impressions of those before

This is our home

Of smoke alarms and crazy dogs

Of golden skin and sun

Of a love native to these waters only

We walk these streets barefoot

Tapping lightly to a tune only we know

It’s the secret rhythm of the surf, lapping at our feet

Washing the grit away.

Soft laughter

Soft laughter

Is a fuzzy streetlight

Is a golden sun

Is the halo around our heads

As we live

Walk to the Wawa

Bike to the courts

Skip on home

It is the hidden corners

The backseat

The radio

The blanket cocoon

Soft laughter on the bleachers and benches

Beaches and waves

Soft laughter is a shiny ring I have unceremoniously shoved on my finger

It is cutting off my circulation

But the glow and glimmer of stars save me a trip to the ER

Quiet joy is always the loudest

It is that specific flavor of love that I yearn for

It is that whisper of shimmering starlight that I scream for

It is that stray tear that I laugh for.

We said

who said we are little

i’m only little after the sky

and the sky is little

i can fit it in my palm

my line of vision

but i cannot hold my life in a box

i cannot put my words and feelings in one room

the occupancy is past max

my thoughts are a fire hazard

the world hears a siren

there are many i have not spoken to

or seen

but they’ve thought about me

they share my sadness

fear

hopeless

and sometimes,

they think life is a buy one get one free

but I breathe synchronized

and in tune

with the girl across the pond

we have cried together

and laughed

and loved

if little is small

and insignificant

and the distance between our souls is big

w i d e

we

Human people

Are big

I said we are big.

…..(And you did too)

POV : you have a crush

left-side

Why would I think that the now-lifeless wooden bench is more comfortable then your warm shoulder?

My head is drawn to rest,

A gravitational, undeniable pull,

The silence softens,

I feel it.

There's a weight in the left-side of my brain,

And it's bringing me to you.

My breathing slows,

I sleep,

It stops.