Poems from abalykadabaly
my sea glass heart
sharp and pointy
that used to cut those
who dared touch
is slowly
smoothing by the gentle
ebb and flow
of his love...
Our eyes meet,
Just a glance.
Yet the butterflies
Continue to dance.
Hands touch,
Just a second
Yet my heart
Still feels beckoned.
...
Numbers and sizes
do not
can not define you.
They could never show a beautiful
heart, soul, or mind.
Stretch marks, acne, or birthmarks...
crescents
digging in my palms
crimson on porcelain
buzzing in my ears
buzzing all around
burning in my eyes
screaming in my head
copper on...
Shards of the Future
we start life with our parents
planning our futures
for us.
we grow
up
learning to stand
and speak
for ourselves...