Revised High School/Pre College Poetry with Images

Swallow

I swallow the sky, taste stars and breathe out. Watch as galaxies glow in their iridescent emptiness. Worlds are cast in meaningless darkness until her eyes shine on them.

Q&A

Look into a mirror and fall through. Empty coolness in expressions

like the time in the driveway you shook me,

“I still wanna be your friend!”

Or the time on the phone you said you didn’t love me.

Did you lie? Are you still lying?

Like the time you promised just because I was crying?

Pillow soaked reaching above for something to hold.

Am I going to die? I feel it running through me!

Shame! Resentment! Devastation! Revelation! Pain!

Why were you hiding? Where does the mask end and skin begin?

Night Song

Sweet and gentle night where are you hid away?

Imagine a cold breeze whistle through dark trees.

Long for the moment when winds grow silent

to be held in darkness, hiding from secrets.

 

Light is far too hot and bright, burns scratched up eyes.

I need to see the moon tucked in its velvet sky.

 

Birds are far too noisy for sleep.

Days so sad they make me weep.

 

Yet, in memories of gentle nights I find, you.

Nice to dream when stars start to gleam.

 

Never forget the comforting song

of time spent all alone in the dark.

Impossiblities

Parking lots. Lockers. A million high schools blurred into one.
A twisted hallway, a tiny dark classroom.

Chalkboards containing unfamiliar names, dates, words…
I’m failing to understand the dream,
begin noticing people from reality.

A missing tooth in a red plastic treasure chest.
I must put these ideas and more to rest.

Amusement parks complete with Ferris wheels, and
dizzy rides spring up allowing me a place to hide.

We drive on highways or down gravel roads,
across giant bridges but every time we swerve.

I fly through windshields. I wake, raking air
into breaking lungs.

Impossible details,
imprints of my sleeping life
interpreted in waking life…

It goes on like that until I click
the light pulling on a grimy white string
ending up in various versions of my bedroom
with all the lost antique furniture.

I get so lost. Confused. Then my mind turns to you.
Blank. Smiling in a sleepy state, demons set to rest
until I wake.