Falling From HeavenYou fell, you fell.Falling From Heaven by Estuari
You dropped through the atmosphere
down to Earth.
You are spoiled by your sin,
I shouldn’t want to hold you.
Should I forgive you?
Do you deserve to be forgiven?
Can I erase your past mistakes,
your errors, your flaws
from the fabric of my mind?
Can we pull back the tide of time
and go back to the beginning,
back to the start?
This is not about angels.
This is not about God.
This is about you and me.
I fell for you.
No, it was no sacrifice offering up my sanity
and waking hours to you,
they were already marred by your lovely gaze, bold laughter, and hidden imperfections.
Here I am tumbling through air,
flying through free fall,
watching the hours pass as I plummet down, down, down to Earth.
When I wake,
I am surrounded by honking cars and curious pedestrians.
Untouchable like the innocent stars, no more.
Remember DecemberWalking down this narrow alley of nowhere roads, false starts, and homeless godsRemember December by Estuari
I can’t exactly call this street empty
Even though I am the only one on this path
Twisting like the wrinkles of my palm through mile after mile of houses
Surrounded on both sides by walls of blurred hues and windows and doors smeared shut
There underneath the sole streetlamp that I have ever stood under
Are a few droplets of metallic regret
From when I was too young to babysit or be any wiser
I pressed my tongue to the cold metal of the pole
And recognized the taste of innocence
I pick up my pace as I pass by the crumbling scenery
The back doors and walls of houses peeling like tired wallpaper refusing to stick
Reaching for relief, for something that isn’t permanent
There behind the blue house there is an ocean
Along the beach is strewn the splintered remains of dignity
Curling like seashells into themselves holding their breaths underwater
Pretending that they do not exist
My voice like the se
The Mirage of YouI hold you, smiling,The Mirage of You by Estuari
inside I’m buzzing like a bumblebee
that found a daffodil in a meadow
You are decaying flesh,
bloating as bluebottle and greenbottle flies
rest on your corpse.
You have left your body for the ether
and without a second thought I follow you,
traveling across desert lands
where you conjure mirages
threatening to separate us.
In the Pacific you find
my favorite toy sailboats and without warning,
send a tidal wave to drown me.
I summon whipping winds
“Make it a typhoon,”
But I won’t. I can’t.
I care too much to do so.
The dawn finds us washed ashore
on a beach
somewhere in Hawaii.
In the early light
your face appears like the angels themselves,
soft curving plane of cheekbone and undappled skin.
But then your eyes open
with the mirth of a demon
dancing within them.
You smile impishly and
reach out to take my hand,
once again leading me astray.
Temporary SanctuaryShe punishes the tall daisies for dying,Temporary Sanctuary by Estuari
stomping and pulling at withered stems.
I watch her spread dandelion seeds into the wind.
From her mouth is a lyrical masterpiece, dotted and spaced with “I don’t” and “I wanna”.
Finger painting toothpaste across my arms, she communicates to the parts in me
that have long rotted into cynicism. Even if the greatest thing she will ever do is drive
across the Golden Gate Bridge, I hold her as if she has the answers to the universe.
When the wind outside smashes among the trees as white dragonflies
zigzag across the thunderheads, under the blankets I’m watching
Cyclops or Giants battle with her, young explorer, I am her guide.
Ignoring the complex cross-hatched lines of justice and revenge,
not having to understand the impossible spectrum of good and evil,
I envy her, the hero of our journey. Today we fight the goriest battles
and walk away unharmed, shoulders proud and head held high,
we trespass across the Elysi
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,How to love a poet: by DearPoetry
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Under His Sunless ToesAll I have are curses,Under His Sunless Toes by TotallyUncreativeMe
Though yesterday I stood at the feet of a poet,
Under the earth with all those words
I thought would seize the dawn
And bury it under his sunless toes.
And you were there;
You led me round and
Up by the river whose overflows
Have kept me creaking through the nights
As I hung from your arm in the dead man's church,
On your skin I saw reflected
I called the storm a friend,
Or at least
A reason why nobody called
But now the gale
Is just a breeze,
To think you were raindrops
On the window of my frantic mind,
Now yesterday has dried up and departed.
VictoriaI kiss the river's silver skinVictoria by TotallyUncreativeMe
While the sun is a snow-white counter
And the great Victoria's bridge
Throws day-trains wheeling west
Across my shoulder.
Give me a reason to stay,
For time to anchor in the stony bed.
Sink my soles in the pools
Among the stolen prayers of those who drowned
And carry me downstream.
Make me clean.
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,Do not be ashamed of who you are. by lupus-astra
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what