Poetry Blog by Sarah Mae
on I Still Think Of You (Wed, 16 Jan 2019 06:53 pm)
Big Sal on The Art of Moving Forward (Thu, 13 Dec 2018 07:19 pm)
on eric (Thu, 29 Nov 2018 07:41 am)
When they see me, they won’t see the cracks.
Sealed up like sunlit stained glass
They’ll see only them.
Not this past.
I won’t be the person I was before it happened
And I won’t be the person I was because it happened.
I’ll just be me.
Ever since I couldn’t find that one word no.
I’ve been trying to come to terms with myself,
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 5:33 pm
You say you hate to fall asleep on the phone.
It doesn’t give you “closure”
I'm starting to know what you mean when this,
this feels like falling asleep on the phone.
Like when I think about you there’s still a poem.
And I want so desperately to not need you but
sometimes I want to draw you into my notebook.
This feels like openness in its worse sense.
Tuesday 29th October 2019 5:51 pm
I miss you like daylight
Warm and inviting
Flowers stretching their arms to meet your sky
I miss you like the ocean misses its sense of calm
Like a tide, gentle and restless
always coming just to leave again
I’m driving home and suddenly
I can’t remember which direction you used to go to take me home
But I would always end up there
You always brought me ...
Thursday 26th September 2019 4:31 am
i don’t know who numbed love for me first
was it when you took it from me and gave it to someone else?
was it when my someone else was just in need of a warm body?
maybe it was when i saw that all you’d feel for me you’d already felt
was it when i realized bed sheets and everything in between
were most always misused, and all vanity?
was it when i realized when i love ...
Thursday 5th September 2019 12:09 am
I believe if we knew love as more than four letters,
perhaps when we met her, we would let her stay.
I belive when we all know her on a first name basis,
she will still somehow look like hundreds of faces.
I believe that where love is,
there healing also dwells.
In the little house that is so often driven by.
The very thing that hurt me, healed me.
So I ...
Friday 23rd August 2019 5:36 am
Here’s my poem for you, my today.
You are my sunlight squeezed shut eyelids in the morning.
My mellow, midday sadness like breathing in heaviness.
My shivering fingertips, quivering lips as what used to be my favorite,
falls white and blinding like loudness expressed in cold.
You are my warm days turned to exhaustion,
beating on me like anger and a sickness for home....
Wednesday 15th May 2019 10:20 pm
Your absence has me looking at the stars.
Pulling the absence of gravity into my line of vision,
wishing it to reach my heart.
So the absence of gravity can keep my heart from falling.
Your absence has me writing songs.
My fingertips heavy on the frets.
The sound of steel scraping wood,
and bad shaping good.
In this concrete, undefinably permanent
Monday 6th May 2019 5:53 pm
those sunsweet mornings
evenings romanticized by some unseen certainty
moonlit nights sipping seconds with undeniable ecstasy
tear from me this moment why don’t you
this time I had to love you was never mine
counting down, your dark eyes turn pale blue
this innate part of me, parts with bared teeth
clenched jaws, white knuckles and teary eyes
if I hold on
Friday 11th January 2019 7:45 pm
How melancholy are we now.
Your ghost heart beating so slowly,
I tell you things but they don’t make a sound.
How tired, how tired you are.
I meet apathy under your eyes.
How intangible is the light from the stars.
What is it to you now?
Is it silence, is it that I look into your eyes and see stone.
At what heartbeat of the clock did absence meet your bones?
Thursday 13th December 2018 4:45 pm
Far be it from me to write what I’m unsure of.
But this much I understand.
What I was sure of was your hand in mine.
I may not be one to know the art of moving forward
much at all anymore.
Everything comes back to you in some form.
I can’t sleep without seeing you in my dreams.
I can’t even drive on the road next to my house without seeing where our feet touched concrete,...
Thursday 13th December 2018 4:38 pm
Today, my soul feels restless.
But for me that's just today,
for you there's not another day to feel any other way.
God I want so badly to help you.
Please come back for just one moment
so I can help you.
Somehow we lost you in the laughter.
We didn’t think you could be hurting.
You loved just hard enough.
If I pulled the sun back...
Thursday 29th November 2018 4:47 am
I was never sentimental enough.
My thoughts always matched your words.
Never bold enough to speak them,
my arms were always cold enough for you to hold them.
Sweetness escaping your lips,
in the form of syllables.
Mine struggles to respond,
but my heart feels full.
These are the things I can only say in poetry.
And now I regret not saying them into your ocean e...
Saturday 24th November 2018 2:46 am
Your lips are tender to the touch,
tender to the touch.
As if silence amounted to lust
and sound to “not enough”.
Skin on skin but not nearly close enough.
I want to run my finger over your thumb,
over your thumb.
And right over the mistakes I made so stupidly blinded
by the clouded sun.
We sat in a coffee shop and it started to rain.
You ran outside an...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 5:14 pm
Your fingertips slide effortlessly across my skin
as if they were made to begin and end there.
Makes me wonder.
Your lips delicate, every warm, familiar place.
Beneath my chin, the tip of my nose,
trace my bottom lip like a sweet red rose.
The innocence of lightness.
My breath tightens.
Like an ocean wave licking the shore.
Sliding over sand.
Slow it do...
Friday 2nd November 2018 7:27 pm
Do you remember,
how it felt to be in love with him?
When the words from his lips
were like honey to yours.
Don’t you recall
the way it felt to hold her in your arms?
When the sight of her smile,
made you believe love was a thing that endures.
Remember when you used to love the sighs he let out in his sleep?
You used to adore his barefoot driving,
Thursday 1st November 2018 5:48 pm
It’s funny how everything is yellow.
At least when I’m next to you…
But on the drive home,
everything is tinted blue.
And it’s not because I’m leaving you.
I’m looking in my mirrors,
and my imperfections at loving seem a little closer too.
You wanted so badly for the flowers to be alive.
Forgetting all the thank-yous’ and i’m sorry’s,
jumping to I need you and…...
Monday 29th October 2018 7:00 pm
Like a cavernous room,
like an echo off the sound
of a heart breaking in two.
Like a song.
Like lemon trees and clean sheets
Amongst the brighter things.
A poem like a riptide.
Like shallow breathing,
like rapid sinking
like sand scraping hand
like water beating land.
Like a good morning text....
Friday 4th May 2018 6:39 am
I hold him close and lean into his whisper.
His thoughts like the place where heart and soul collide,
I feel his heart, beneath the wall he puts up sometimes.
And in the quiet,
the best kind of quiet,
I listen for the wanderings of his mind,
should they ever pass my door.
For when the sun rises the next day,
I fear he’ll find the brighter things than me.
Tuesday 6th March 2018 9:15 pm
We fell apart so effortlessly.
Like snowflakes from a cloud.
We looked like we were floating,
but reality was the ground.
We came to pieces.
Like leaves withering in fall.
Our hearts and our heads,
got mixed up in it all.
We lost our color.
Like paint drying in the sun.
We didn’t mix the right way,
thus the breaking had begun.
Is this a sad story?...
Friday 19th January 2018 1:07 am
Weren’t we always taught from day one,
that as soon as we see the moon,
there goes the sun.
Well don’t you think we’ve been staring at the moon too long,
knowing there’s a sun?
Knowing the something out there, is a something that’s bright.
And maybe our planet is dark,
but I have not failed to notice the hidden light.
The lights in the eyes of a laughing child,...
Tuesday 2nd January 2018 6:08 pm
What of the writings of laughter?
What of the humble ramblings?
The vain attempts to expound something
they only write what happens after.
What of the thought of laughter?
Of remembering the soul shaking,
Of teary eyes and the best way to lose the quiet game.
They skipped to the next chapter.
Friday 15th December 2017 5:38 am
The running out of blank space
in my notebook,
leads to the running into blank space
in my head it took.
What should be written,
and what shouldn’t,
remains locked away in my thoughts that tend to run.
And there’s a certain lost feeling,
one gets when they have no more poems to write.
It’s not that I can’t see the beauty
in you anymore,
Friday 15th December 2017 5:16 am
I yearn less for you to touch my skin,
and more for you to touch my heart.
Because I must admit,
it was your soul that drew me in.
And while I wouldn’t mind,
being wrapped up in your arms.
Perhaps I could be wrapped up in your heart.
Saturday 9th December 2017 3:57 pm
They told me,
life would its have ups and downs.
But lately its been winding down,
to more of a flat road.
I’m sure you’ve heard, the one you’re on so long,
you forget where you’re going, it goes on so slow.
great revelations, heart wrenching trials,
some wonderful epiphany.
Self-discovery and all of its battle scars.
Wednesday 6th December 2017 5:49 am
I met a boy who was a square.
On the edge of catastrophe,
On the edge of addiction,
On the edge that we often stand on
At least once,
Contemplating the distance to the ground.
Then I met a girl who was a triangle.
She was three people in one,
She was the girl who partied too hard,
Whose wrists were often scarred
And the package of “I’ve got it all t...
Monday 4th December 2017 5:18 am