Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Stages of Grieving

The following poems have been written in the course of two years. I don't think they're in their final forms, but this is how they are now and I would like to share them. Please let me know what you think in the comments. I hope you like them.
“Stages of Grieving”

This Is Not Denial

I can still see her
in my mind’s eye.
Her dainty silhouette
and silk raven hair.

I can still hear her
in my sweetest dreams.
Her soft caring voice
and cheerful laugh.

It’s as if she is still with me
except our paths never cross.
She is still here by my side
just never within my reach.

Memories that once filled me with joy
are now subtly laced with sorrow,
for what good is remembering her smile
when I shall never see it again.

I don’t know how I’m going to go on
without her here to catch me when I fall.
But I know I must.
She wouldn’t want it any other way.


i’m waiting for the pain to disappear
and for normalcy to recommence
but i know things are never going to be the same
missing you will never get any easier

Missing You

I went to look at the starry sky
hoping to see you twinkling—smiling down at me.
But all I found was a cloud filled night,
Cold, empty of light,
empty of you.

My dreams are still infected with
Unfulfilled promises—
unachieved goals.
Broken wishes I did not have the time to keep.

I have run away from the world
to escape the shadows in my heart.
In this new barren place I’ve come to,
there are no traces— no reminders,
and you’ve become a figment of a memory.

Here there are no singing yellow daffodils
And thus I see no ghosts of you gardening them.
Here there are no whistling tall trees
And thus I have no desire to climb them with you.

No birds flying high in the air.
(You used to want to fly with them.)
No butterflies hiding in the bushes.
(You used to find them in their flowers.)
No songs to hum softly in the night.
(You used to fall asleep to them in my arms.)

Here, in my new haven, there is nothing— nothing
because you were my everything— everything
and now that you’re gone
what is there left for me?

Now I only have the nights
Where I find myself looking
Up to where there should be a sky.
 Where I still hope to see you
Smiling for me.


At first I thought it was a blessing.
To dream of you,
to hear your voice.
to soak in the joy of your smile.

It was comforting to be with you
in the darkness between days
since I can never again
 be with you
in waking hours.

But now, these dreams hurt.
Tears have replaced mirth.
I am no longer the sure if the voice
I hear and think of as yours
is yours at all.

Did your smile really look like that?
I hope it did.

I hope I have not forgotten.

 these memories my dreams corrupt
are all that I have left.

And even if they become nightmares
I will wait every night to dream of you again.

Blunt Acceptance

My mother is dead.
She died on the first day of Spring
almost two years ago.

Yes, I know you’re sorry
for my loss, and you know
how hard it can be
when you lose a loved one.


But I know some part of you thinks
that I should be “over it” by now.
A year has passed – almost two—
life goes on, I must too.

I know it.
I think it.
It doesn’t change anything.

My mother is dead.
Even if my dreams refuse to believe it,
even if I still hear her voice when I close my eyes,
even if I see her smile in distant mirages.

Some mornings I lay in bed,
pretending that I am still dreaming.
Why should I have to wake up
when she never will?

I wish it were Spring.
This Winter has gone on for too long.
I now know why she waited so eagerly
for the snow to melt away with its frozen nights 
and for the first crocus to bloom with sunnier days.

I’m ready to cry in the sunshine.
Perhaps, when the skies are blue
I’ll stop feeling so gray,
so frozen.

I wish I were my mother.

Monday, March 18, 2013

some doodles


Thinking of making this into a shirt, what do you think?

Friday, March 1, 2013

Peter Pan

Last night I dreamt of you.
You came to me by the sky
—just like in that story from your books.
I opened my cold paned windows,
which were frosted by the midnight air.
A chilling breeze tried to race you
through my thick forest green curtains
 but this night you had adventure on your mind
so no wind, wild or timid, had a chance at beating you.
Without missing a step, you leapt
from window sill to bed edge.
I shut the windows,
chasing out the intrusive cold
and returned to the inner warmth of my chamber.
You had already settled down beneath my sheets,
like a child playing hide and seek.
 Smiling, always smiling,
your head peeked up from underneath my covers.
Your twinkling eyes, blue like the spring sky,
caught mine and beckoned me to come closer.
I feigned resistance.
Your lips saw through my charade
and beckoned me closer.


I am lost in a daydream.
My mind is in the clouds.
Only you can pull me back
On to the solid ground.

But, nowadays it’s not so bad
To be released from fantasy’s grasp.
By your side, my vision is clear
And I see that life is its own dream.

Like the pixie dust sparkle of your eyes,
And the enchanted tangles of your curls.
Or the way your smile speaks without words
And your touch puts me under a spell.

I am no longer afraid to face
Reality and the shadows I saw in it.
For you’ve taught me to look to the sky
And dance in the magic of the stars

Words Tumble

Words tumble from her lips
They tell tales true only in dreams
A princess saved-- A dragon slayed

Words tumble from her lips
They sing songs soft like moonbeams
A melody mumbled—A harmony fumbled

Words tumble from her lips
 They whisper wishes whilst breaking seams
A rule unraveled—a new road traveled

Words tumble from her lips
Words tumble from her lips

Words tumble from her lips
He listens, he listens and thinks her wise
A prey chosen—a spell woven

Words tumble from her lips
He believes, he believes each of her lies
A love grows— a lust shows

Words tumble from her lips
He desires, he desires to be her prize
A plea spoken—a heart broken

Words tumble from her lips
Words tumble from her lips

Words tumble from her lips
Quick, turn away, do not listen
A siren’s chant— a passion scant

Words tumble from her lips
Ah, look how her fibs glisten
A web of lies strung—a tall tale sung

Words tumble from her lips
Yes, all are caught in her prison
A wish sought—a hope caught

Words tumble from her lips
Words tumble from her lips