Ice cream on a plate reminds me of birthdays: sitting around the table
under wafting waxy candle smoke, soggy cake and vanilla
Tag Archives: hope
Fields of Frozen Flowers
Here is a poem about loneliness. *** I don’t know how to explain this “normal.” I think you have to live this, it’s like explaining smells to someone who can’t smell it’s like explaining childbirth to someone who’s never given birth it’s like I have
Hello and Goodbye Forever
I shared this article a couple months ago. Since then, I made a song with (almost) the same name and similar themes. –lyrics– (intro) Take me to the battlefield take me to the ash fields–let the hungry come, feed them bitten stars (bitten stars, bitten–) falling to lost paradise (verse 1) Pa pa-ee pa pieContinue reading “Hello and Goodbye Forever”
Infantilization
I have a hunger to fill the hole the gun of your tongue took out of my ribs. *** You say I love you like a magic potion
Road to Jericho
I think the Samaritan on the road to Jericho was someone who once lay dying in the desert and needed somebody to save them.
I think that’s how they learned to save the next someone.
The Humans Whom Humanity Failed
If you distill the universe to one soul, bottle up every experience and shake it up–who would you have?
Spirits of my Past
July’s firefly sky left your breath to rattle leaves and imprint the wind. *** Check out my buymeapizza page, I inconsistently add poems over there but recently posted a new one.
Another For a Balm
Another night of feeling sad, another poem for a balm– like showering each day, I run these words as soap over the sorrow of my soul and the clean scent makes it all better for a little while. *** I’ve been listening to Kate Bush a lot recently, and this song has perfect winter vibes.Continue reading “Another For a Balm”
Take Apart
take a part of my heart in the dark. mark my art with your dart of poison
Somelodies (or, 3 Haikus)
Three–drown crying minds. Seek screaming, famed raves, but crave Lonely melody. Two–externalize. Carve howls into an ice wind, freeze winter and sweat. One–on tongues, snow flies. Tell silent, nameless graves: burn, wreath your peace in ash. *** Enjoy this poem? Consider buying me a pizza
Jordyn Saelor 