I always wake up in the middle of the night now
Which is odd, considering that’s when I fall asleep,
But my body is sick of the tinny chirps of my alarm
And it’s decided to rely
On the restlessness of my brain instead.
They say that every day is a blank canvas
But darling, yesterday
Your lips pressed so hard the stain surely soaked through several pages.
I’ve never liked the idea of tattoos
But what else do you call this ink on my skin?
There was always too much space in your heart,
And too few things to fill it with.
So please, write me into your heart
So that I may not have to tear mine apart writing you into my poetry.
That night on the way home, it began to pour,
And I wondered how raindrops knew
To fall into my eyes exactly,
Because I don’t remember ever opening up to the sky
And I’ve never asked it to open up to me, either.
Recently, I’ve been thinking-
I think I’d rather dwell on memories set in stone
Than create new moments I try my hardest to forget.
I know backwards is not the way to go,
But maybe if I flip the world around
It won’t seem so wrong.
So tell me again,
How the moon tore a hole in the sky
Just to peer down at the Earth,
And stars gather in clusters
Just so they don’t have to go at it alone-
Maybe then I won’t feel so lonely.
Please, show me how to sew myself together,
Because all I know about needles is
Trickles of blood from pierced skin.
So sad and yet so incredibly beautiful.
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Thank you for your lovely comment 🙂
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My pleasure ❤️
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So tell me again,
How the moon tore a hole in the sky
Just to peer down at the Earth,
And stars gather in clusters
Just so they don’t have to go at it alone
This line my friend stole my heart. lovely poem
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Thank you, that’s very flattering! I’m glad you liked that line – I love writing about space, and it always finds its way into my poems 🙂
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Wow. Very powerful.
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Thank you! I’m very glad you like my writing 🙂
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Hauntingly beautiful!
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Thank you!! 🙂
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Wow!
I love the last one. Truely amazing.
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Thank you for your amazing comment, I’m glad you liked it!
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“They say that every day is a blank canvas …” beautiful line
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Thank you for appreciating!
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Beautiful! You remind me of Micheal Faudet.
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Wow, what a compliment! I’ve always loved his poetry. Thank you so much! 🙂
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Sensitive and bittersweet, like dark chocolate.
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Thank you – what a lovely comparison! I do love dark chocolate 🙂
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Wow!
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🙂
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This poem is so beautiful. 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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So beautiful 🙂
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Thank you! Means a lot 🙂
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This is incredibly beautiful and powerful. You write so well.
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Thank you! Wow, that’s wonderful to hear 🙂
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Beautiful poetry, you have another follower 😛
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Thank you, I really do appreciate that!
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Nice. You spoke what I know others would like to say.
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Thank you! I’m glad to have put into words the inexpressible
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Inspiring. Sad. Strong words for a moment of weakness. Interesting what the reader brings. At first when all I had was your title, I thought: that is every birth. Glad I read on. The pen tattoos the pages with such potential.
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Thank you for your lovely comment! I’m so glad you decided to read on, and even more so that you liked it. ‘The pen tattoos the pages with such potential’ – oh, how beautiful that line is!
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Very nice indeed.
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Thank you! Much appreciated 🙂
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Another beauty. Perhaps, though, we need not know about needles to pierce through our understanding and to sew up our lives, but maybe we only need one thread to repair the tear. (?)
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Thank you for your comment! What’s interesting is that I actually mentioned using thread in another one of my poems ‘Cracked Porcelain’ where I wrote “And when she tries to sew the pieces together with a thread of her strung faith, she pricks her fingers with the needle;”.
A lovely idea though – is there a way to sew up a tear without a needle?
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So wonderful. Such a nice journey I took. I LOVED your 4th and second to last stanzas, floored me.
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Thank you Rob, your comments truly mean a lot to me. I must say, the 4th stanza is one of my favourites too 🙂
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this is so beautiful!!
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Thank you! That means a lot 🙂
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Inspiring words
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Thank you 🙂
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Sweet odd ball…
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Wow! Salted caramel on sweet chocolate cake! And it just makes it better. 🙂 I loved it.
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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This is so beautiful
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Thank you!! x
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