irrelevant of occurrence
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on February 14th, 2021 by D'jaevlei name them.
pet
sparrow
angel
*mine*
speaking in tongues
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 14th, 2021 by D'jaevleI offer you silence
not as an absence
but as a gateway
to a moment
where
I can
befriend
your
demons
it is not so strange
that I speak their language:
your demons know
my demons
so very
well.
let me count the things you are not
Posted in Poetry on December 13th, 2020 by D'jaevleyou are not a rose.
not pricked
in thorns
or cannibalized
for love
you are not a summer day.
if your eyes hold
a sunset
you keep it
well hidden
you are not a gift.
promise,
secret,
or encapsulated
by any singular
intent
you
do not fit neatly
into metaphor
(or my poet’s heart)
you are simply
(perfectly)
unique.
bruised knuckles and broken toys (revised)
Posted in Poetry on December 9th, 2020 by D'jaevlewe trade making a scene
for quiet today
is the cessation of dreams
the price we must pay?
hold onto these words, less we forget
that a lifetime of almosts
is one of regret
the longer I live
the more that I find
the things I miss most
are the dreams left behind
not callous, not simple, not shallow or clothed
but bared and complex, deep and exposed
not careful, not silent, not restrained or delayed
but reckless and furied, freed and remade
not counting the rings in the circles I’ve walked
but remembering the falls and the chances I’ve stalked
you can promise the peace of a path well traveled and tested
and I’ll show you my scars where the best have been bested
now tell me you’re listening
and I’ll tell you this:
a life that’s worth living
is too easily missed
portal
Posted in Poetry on November 24th, 2020 by D'jaevleeven though it’s closed
there must be another side
to this door
I’ve never seen it open.
but I know you went through it
I think –
you lean against it
listening
for my voice
even though its closed
there must be another side
to your story.
origami
Posted in Poetry on November 23rd, 2020 by D'jaevle
there are so many ways
for you to unfold
remember that fortune-telling game
at school
calling out numbers
and colors
to determine
what kind of house you will live in
hut / boathouse / mansion
life would be so much
simpler
if we limited to just
a few
options.
but anyone who has tried origami
can tell you.
even folding paper
is not simple
figurative vs. literal
Posted in Poetry on November 10th, 2020 by D'jaevleI can touch the night sky.
literally.
reach up with both hands
peel back the black
and reveal that stars
aren’t
really
stars
they are the dust of our dreams.
bright and powerful enough
to burn holes in the void.
(for L&L)
not where you looked last
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 29th, 2020 by D'jaevleyou want to disappear
but I know
all your
hiding
places
you want to be lost
but I know
it’s because
it means being
somewhere
new
you want nothing.
but I know
you really
want everything
you’ve just
been taught
not to ask.
sheer
Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 12th, 2020 by D'jaevleyou cannot say
“this is enough.”
when
the thought
of your thighs
makes the world
too small
to hold
my
hunger
