Poetry – Page 7 – Jynx Frostbyte

Her Name

Her first name is Love
because it seems like she’s never running out of it;
Her capacity to love is so great that people can’t help but love her in return.

And her middle name is Anarchy
because she cannot be restrained by rules;
She was created to be wild and free.

But her last name is Poison
because despite her best efforts,
she seems to destroy everything;
And it seems that very few are immume to her poison.

Try

I try to speak
but the words get stuck in my throat.
I try to scream
but the sound gets stuck in the silence.
I try to write
but the thoughts get stuck in my mind.

I try to live
but the demons are pushing me to the edge,
and I’m too weak and tired to fight back.

Running

It was like I was trying to
run away from who I was
while at the same time
trying to chase who I think I am.

And somehow I find myself
in the predicament
of running away
but yet running to
myself.

I was reaching for my phone,
excited because I’ve just met a boy
who was kind and considerate;
down to earth and sweet;
thoughtful and intelligent;
ready to ask for your opinion –
about whether the attraction was real
or just an imagining in my head;
on what I should do
if anything at all should be done –
until I remembered
that we don’t talk anymore.

With my hand floating over my phone,
I think about all the texts that I had composed
but had never sent;
I think about all those times I dialed your number,
but didn’t call you;
I think about all the unsaid words that began to accumulate
until it became a wall of silence between us.

And I wonder, again,
if we could ever be the same
as we were before –
at a time when conversations
came as easily as sunlight;
at a time when laughter
came as naturally as moonlight.

Back to the days,
I said with certainty
that you were my best friend.

Fire

She was like fire.
Easy to snuff out,
but just as easy to keep burning.

Breathe on her,
and you feed her.
Apply too much force,
and you’ll extinguish her.

Contain her,
and you’ll be fine.
Try to tame her,
and you’ll lose control.

Come closer,
she’ll keep you warm.
But if you come too close,
she will burn you.

She will dazzle you with her life
and her self-preserving nature
but if you ignore her light,
she will destroy everything
before you know it.

These Four Walls

The walls of my bedroom have
seen more,
heard more,
comforted me more,
than anyone ever could.

They have seen me
fall apart,
try to build myself up again,
fail every single time I try,
and yet they hold no judgement.

They have heard me
scream
when no one else did;
cry
when no one else did;
pray
when no one else did,
and yet they hold my secrets here.

They have comforted me
with their presence
each night when falling asleep was hard,
each morning when sleep never came,
each day when people have been cruel,
and yet they hold me together.

For these four walls
have kept me safe
in their embrace,
especially after I’ve felt unsafe
in others’.

Seasons

Spring
The flowers blooming
The birds singing
And new beginnings

It’s time for a change
Time for new experiences
Time to let go of the past
And forget our differences

Then comes Summer
Warm fun-filled days
Long hours at the pool or beach
Then back to a friend’s house to play

Going to parties
Meeting friends of friends
Meeting someone new
That’s the beginning of the end

It is Autumn
With the leaves, you fell
With the leaves, people changed
Everything was different, all was not well

Just like the trees with no leaves
You were left bare
Just like the trees rooted to the ground
You could go nowhere

Finally, Winter came
Cold and alone
He was no longer there for you
You were on your own

Like the falling snow
You came back to Earth
And like the snow
You will eventually melt

The year has ended
Away from the recent memories, you part
Trying to leave it behind and forget
Waiting for the cycle to reset

Category: Poetry

Her Name

Try

Running

Phone

Fire

These Four Walls

Seasons

Closet

Patchwork

Candle