I see our dates In addresses and license plates Time we shared Stamped reminders into the world The code of us I see orange red flowers in trees Spicy blue drinks Rocks like dinosaur poop And hear them lilt “la-di-da” Simple things An album of memories and emotion for me And I wonder if you…
Author: iridescentlover
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I wanted to tell her none of what she had was worth trading for a million… [crafted thought]
I had been lost somewhere in the fog of my mind when the periphery of reality tugged my eyes to the source of a noise that didn’t belong in a testing environment. She should have been finishing the math section of the PSAT, yet her pencil was flat on the desk in front of her,…
Beauty Mirrored
They stood before each other Sure of the other’s beauty And suddenly stilled in the confidence of her own. The “I wish” and “if only” rose Darkening cheeks and shifting eyes They could not escape the taboo desire To acknowledge beauty in both her and her too Because this world has been trained To think…
‘Til Death Do Us Part
They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…
#selfie
As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…
strawberry kiss
The memory is a strawberry Fresh on the vine With a twisting pluck- It is mine A red gem gleaming in the sun Tart freshness and sugar sweet There’s a hint of the earth in it A safe dirt kind of taste The way a garden smells after rain And the earth is in me…
(every word I write is just an excerpt of forever) – micropoems/excerpts from a series
I’ll love you into forever – Through crossfire of liberal syntax, and simile, you’ll be a favourite in literary history. . . . Every page the echo of my heart beat: Your name is poetry, and, for love, my tongue will live beyond the books to tell them how you’re called.
ananda (a poetic)
ananda.slumbering nerve-ends ignite in memoryof vowels and symbol combinations long forgot vocabulary runs as a river on recollection of you sathya.do I trust you?sattva.I see it in you, lighter than day. I trust that. shanti.I knew these pieces of the tongue oncecould call on them in moments of samagiving myself from the world of unrealness,…
White Picket Fence (guest feature – poem)
In resonance to my frustration with the Lyft driver’s attitude yesterday, one of my dearest loves and relatively new writer gave me permission to share his own distaste with such attitudes and lifestyles, expressed here through poesy. You worked hard for that status, didn’t you… You worked hard to be in that tax bracket.You worked…
To the Lyft Driver that Fucked Up
Maybe it started as an accident when you decided to tell two teachers that “those kids can’t learn, and they’re all from southeast. I hate to say it, but they just can’t learn.” Maybe what you meant was that the way the system is set up, institutional we make it harder for them to learn, we have created…
Sharkey Speaks 