#DidYouWriteToday? – 420

I received an email:

“I tried on your last name today.
It dangled like hoop earrings.
The wind wanted to carry it away
But it just made me more noisy in my travels.

It hurt
Just a slight pinch
It hurt
Like love
Trying not to focus on the pain doesn’t ease the anticipation
Looking at forever
Didn’t make today sting any less
I just want you to know
I went through with it.”

I read this, thinking,
Is that why the email before this says
“I don’t need you”?
I must have been another hole in her head.

#DidYouWriteToday? – 418: When The Poem You Wrote Is Lovely, But Isn’t The One You Need To Write, Volume 91

Perfect
Now, do it again.
Perfection isn’t achieved after one flawless attempt
Perfection is repetition until flaws are impossible

So where does that leave me?
One who writes with blemishes
Blot by blot until sanity becomes a matter of perspective

This mosaic feels like a simple stain.
My likeness splattered against reflective glass
My self on display
But not quite me
This is what it’s like when humans do godly things.

#DidYouWriteToday? 411: When The Poem You Wrote is Lovely, But Isn’t The One You Need To Write, Volume 72

There’s a lump in my esophagus
That starts at the stomach
Rises to my throat
Then back
A story arch of regurgitated fear
That has more sequels that John McClain

You know what they say about old habits
And this one has returned with a vengeance
Just when I think I can get rid of it
The sickness reappears

That poem is this poem’s medicine
Temporary oppressor of symptoms
But never a more potent cure than what’s already divinely inside me
But yet here I am
Feeling fine
Feeling better

I took something
Disregarding the label
Warning: contents will cause:
Inflation of ego
False sense of security
Depression
Emptiness
Temporary sigh of relief
Shortness of breath

The list of side effects is longer than the poem
And I wonder
Why didn’t I just write this earlier?

#DidYouWriteToday? 401: Prince Ali or However It Goes

I’m a weary traveller
Dragging my footsteps across burning sand
To tell the tale of a man
Yearning to be royalty
Not to get the girl
Because the girls come whether prince or street rat

My footprints leave faint trails of blood
While trying to decipher if the oasis is created through the mirage of my tears
It’s nearly impossible to determine what’s real
But this hajj is mine and mine alone

This is not some Disney story
This is a whole new world
Where one song isn’t enough to ease fear
The carpet I sit on takes me places I could never see by myself
Realms worthy of taking my last breath
But duets in my head harmonize between closing my eyes due to fright
And ordering me to take in every sight

This is a new, fantastic point of view.
Where I am the genie
All the power of the cosmos
Itty bitty living space
I rub my temples like lamp
Wishing that I haven’t used my last wish yet
Journeying through sandstorms to a Cave of Wonders
Trying to trap me inside once I touch any of the treasures
That’s some security plan for that which is mine
In searching for myself
I’ve protected myself from discovery for so long
I can’t recognize who I am
Or who I need to be.

#DidYouWriteToday? – 383: In Gaia’s Room

(I’m still writing daily.  I’m just no longer posting daily.  This is today’s individual idea…)

We made the room warm
Without touching
Just her divinity revealed with the release of the tie that bound her hair
And mine exposed like the dreamcatcher necklace pulled from under my collar.

We confessed our deification to each other.
So conditioned to be wary of naive mortals
That we didn’t instantly recognize another
Yet we did
When we locked eyes
Secret identities disclosed within the privacy of our Universe.

After being cautious of the fear we instill in human
We were just beings together
She inhaled the night
I wore North at the end of my necklace
My charm would catch my dreams
And guide Gaia to me like my heart is her home