Poetry Blog by kimberly
inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip
on the train ride home
your smile flashed between buildings,
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell
if it was the spark in your eye
or the streetlights beaming
onto the dark streets.
i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine,
those bedroom eyes
that whispered “bring me
to your hotel.”
we weren’t made for cheap
sex, we were ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 5:24 am
i wake up from the dream with a distinct unease,
everything couldn't simply be the way it ought to be
like a dream vacation
without a room reservation
like a sinking cruise line
with flooding waters rising as i catch my last breath
like hailing a taxi
but it rides off before i could ever reach it
slipping through my fingers
the dreams that couldn't po...
Tuesday 16th February 2021 3:13 pm
it's right underneath,
brewing under my chest
this quiet whisper circling-
not spiraling downwards as
i often tend to, but in a way a
gentle breeze swirls a handful
of leaves and they flutter away.
there's an inquisitive nature
to it where there is somehow a
sense of magic at hand, and yet
somehow there must be a reason
to it all. a scientific process that
Tuesday 2nd February 2021 9:44 pm
contemplating her next move,
the pounding within her chest
told her what she already knew:
she had to break free from the chains
wrapped around her wrists.
there was no sense in moving,
for every wriggle
tightened the grip.
Friday 29th January 2021 1:14 pm
under the light of the moon
you hold out your hand
& i take hold.
you offer a ride with your heart in tow
“let’s see where this journey goes.”
as long as we’re bound together
there’s no better place
for our love to grow.
Thursday 28th January 2021 8:38 pm
moonbeams and cupcake dreams.
sugar highs into the night.
we’re whispering nothings,
how our lives could be.
knowing the truth,
looking into your eyes
you are the moonlight
in my darkest of nights.
so, love, break my heart
into a thousand pieces
because all of my insides
are craving your sweet creamy filling.
Tuesday 19th January 2021 3:43 am
is this my home?
spinning ‘round n round
going from high to low
and back ‘round again.
is this that place where a heart feels heard
and shoulders ease?
for far too long the tongue’s been tied
and the shoulders tense
from being left in the dark
because my stories don’t matter.
the voice has been shushed
and pushed into a corner steadily decaying.
do you hear me
as you untie my w...
Saturday 16th January 2021 2:53 am
the looking glass
possesses fragments of a view.
surrounding figures and forms
collapse as our fingertips meet.
yet, steady is the scene
encompassing pieces of you.
limbs undulate tenderly
with the slightest breeze.
wildflowers spread their seeds
attempting to gain greater visibility.
such bits linger out of view,
boulders that were planted eon...
Wednesday 13th January 2021 2:46 pm