Deb at Kicking Corners is our guest today. She's one of my new favorite bloggers with her thought-provoking posts and incredible range. She sent me these lovely poems that have instantly taken up residence in my sub-conscious. Thank you, Deb, for sharing these vibrant little bits of life with us.
These are drops in an ocean of things you could do.
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You're helping me get past the part
where I feel like throwing up.
Me being quiet protects you
from having to know.
And from having to do.
I want to live somewhere
that's it's okay to make mistakes.
In this world you have to be perfect.
Pictures don't talk.
This grey place is calm --
but not for long.
Learn to Too
When I get mad at you,
here are some things you can do:
You can call me a bitch and walk away.
You can talk over me, not listen to a word I say.
Or you can smirk at me, laugh. Make me feel dumb.
You can rip my emotions apart until I feel numb.
You can lock me away from what I care for.
You can keep tally of comments, like sport with a score.
These are drops in an ocean of things you could do.
But if you really love me,
like I love you --
then when I get mad at you,
show me you love me anyway.
Despite the things I say.
Because the deep down secret is this:
I'm really just mad at me.
I know this ocean because I've learned to tread water in it.
Nearly over my self-depreciating head,
I'm spinning in it.
But if you can still love me,
no matter what I do,
maybe I can learn to too.
Myth's Creations
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Bubbling out.
We are a spring brook.
We are full of fish and tadpols.
We tumble together.
Waves washing over and over each other.
Roaring, we are the ocean,
laughing.
Lazy snakes, not wiley.
We lay on rocks.
Soaking. Sun.
You are warm to me.
You are my tree of knowledge:
teaching me good and evil.
You are my tree of life:
we are forever.
We are creation myths.
I believe in you.
