the-art-underneath-my-soul

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

Back Home

Back into the house that smells like death.

Back to the flies who live in the kitchen like it's their home.

Where insanity lingers on the front porch rocking chairs and trips the guests on the door.

Where the fireflies twinkle like stars in the grass just outside.

Where underneath the floor boards there is a mold of resentment that grows larger every day,

but we ignore it with our good mornings.

Back to my cat who has somehow survived the foxes.

Back to seeing three bottles of wine by the front door and cigarette buds in the garden.

Back to my childhood monsters.

Back to biding time, until I can make my way across this labyrinth of rotting nostalgia, until I can find my way out.

#poem #poetry #home #my poems are very repetitive i just realized #might wanna change that :l

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

You said words have no power.

You said they bounce of your skin.

You said words are as powerful as you make them.

But I have scars on my soul from the words I've tried to cut out of my memory.

I hold words close, like a favorite pair of sunglasses on a rollercoaster ride.

I say my words like I am laying dew on the morning grass.

I give my words like a prescious heirloom, wrapped in cloth, in the back closet, and I take it out for you to have the luck to gaze upon. To have the luck to hold.

You may disregard words,

But I bite my tongue to feel the sancuty of your name in my mouth.

#poem #love #words #spilled ink

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

i question if you

enjoy my presence or if

i just dont annoy

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

the sun teases me

with pink sunset rays behind

a gloomy mountain

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

the river looks like

cotton candy reflecting

the soft glowing clouds

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

Last winter I'd go out under the stars until my

Limbs become numb with death herself,

Holding me chained to the ground for warmth

Last winter Id wish to fall asleep outside to peacefully die.

This summer made me smile.

Ive spend my days flirting with the sun.

No longer empty cold, or starving for warmth I fall alseep in the grass and wake up on the breeze.

The only thing that remains from last winter,

This summer, is my love for you.

Next sunmer I want to camp in my neighbors field, the one only used for wild flowers, use the grass as pillows.

Next summer I'll have most perfect picnic blanket, soft and wide.

Next summer we'll talk to the fireflies under the most incomprehensible violet sky.

Next summer I want to lay beneath a sky of stories and stars, to fall asleep looking at you.

Next summer I'll say I love you.

#poem #spilled heart #love #spilled ink

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

ive gone to see a

lonely honey bee that lives

underneath a road

#haiku #poem

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

My love

My love is the drive to the store in the midday heat and how my fingers burned on my black steering wheel as I rushed to make a batch of cookies for people who I dont know too well but want to love.

My love is stealing food out of the fridge without asking doing the dishes afterwards.

My love is the missing third wheel of the microwave pan so it spins into the wall and clicks every rotation.

My love is being late but so happy to have made it.

My love is being sorry for my silence even as I continue to give it.

My love is making a split decision of making the cookies into a cake cause the batter half melted.

My love is confusion as I listen to someone describe you as quiet when all I know is your kindness which rings so beautifully.

My love, you used to sound like bells.

My love, I used up all the butter in your fridge making cookies.

My love is baking and forgetting to turn the oven off.

My love, I've been feeding you all before myself spending dollars for a one meal a day and spending hours giving out meals no one has taken a bite of.

My love is often overlooked, and I'm use to it.

My love went bad in the fridge

tasted like sour milk

rotten homemade alfredo.

My love is what you brushed off your shoulders on friday night while you were drunk.

My love

I burned through 7 cigarettes

down to the filters

waiting for you

and I'd burn through so many more.

My love has over stayed its welcome and I'm sorry that I made a home in your safety when I have no permission to.

My love has been waiting on the edge of my lips to give to you.

and i feel it now.

i thought briefly of painting my love

and i was struck the image i hold of you, half smiling out a car window, and that

is my love.

#poem #spilled heart #love

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

ive always wanted

a muse but now that i have

one, i want to die

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

the moon shines tonight

like opal beneath a sweet

river of dark clouds

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

Any posts since you're back from hiatus....

HA HA IM SORRY

i have had very little

creativity

(hope to be back soon)

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

i hope the wind

picks up what im putting down

lifts my spirit too

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

Haiku 111:

You dot my eyes wirh

salty water. Crossing tears down

My face; you write me.

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

The clarity of

The water does not make its

Depths escapable.

#haiku #original haiku

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

A tree with no roots

A clover in the wind for

A stick in the ground

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

Why can't the stars fill

My gaps of humanity

Dot my inner void

[the-art-underneath-my-soul]

when I was happy

I knew what saddness was, now

I have neither shoe.