The World's Gone Quiet

All the thoughts in my head

Category: Poetry

Mom,

“Hi, how are you?”

Why don’t you listen to me anymore?

“I’m good, school is going well.”

When did talking to me become such a chore?

“I miss you guys too.”

I’m sorry my life is such a bore

“I’ll come home soon, I promise.”

Maybe I should get drunk till I hit the floor

“I love you too, bye.”

Would that make you care more?

-r.e.

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Destroy

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They ask you to change

To tear yourself apart for them

And out of fear of losing them, you obey

So you rip and shred your being

Until you become someone you no longer recognize

And you can’t even make eye contact with your own reflection

But you don’t care

Because it has gotten to the point where your own self-worth depends on their approval

Deep down you know that you’re lost

And you’re convinced that you can only find yourself in the love they promised

 

But after taking one look at you

They decide they don’t want you anymore anyways.

-r.e.

 

 

Temporary

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We are washed up love letters on the shore

Bleached and aged from the sun

Memories sealed tight and forgotten

Until strangers come upon our treasure

And become engrossed in our story

Overcome by emotion for a fleeting moment

Possibly being reminded of their own failed loves

But just as quickly as it came, the feeling is gone

And our stories are sealed back up in their cages

Until the next stranger comes along.

-r.e.

She will love herself

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I will teach my daughter to love her body

To embrace each and every inch of it

I will not teach her to cover her skin

She will never be ashamed of her curves

Because a woman’s body is strong, yet delicate

It can move mountains

And nurture another soul

She will never hang her head when their eyes follow her

And as names float off of their tongues as easily as their breaths

She will remember that they all came from bodies like hers

And without women like her,

Their existence would not stand a chance

I will teach my daughter to love her body

Because I now understand the importance of loving your own skin

Before letting anyone else in.

-r.e.

(Photo by Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)

I’m trying

Processed with VSCO with c1 presetI am trying to love my body

During every hour of the day

Instead of just between the early hours of the morning

When the soft light makes the world seem less harsh

And my mind is less cruel

I am trying to love my body

Even when my favorite pair of jeans holds me a little too tight

Tighter than I remember

I am trying to love my body

Even after flipping through a magazine filled with bone-thin models

And I look down at my own thighs that always seem to be touching

I am trying to love my body

Even when I’m dancing in the shower

And I’m all too aware of every part of me that jiggles with every step

It is very hard to love my body

But I am trying my best.

-r.e.

(Photo by Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)

Delete.

tech

It’s so easy to hide behind your screen

Why is it that our fingers can type faster
Than our mind can think?
-r.e.

(Photo cred: Delia Johnson- @deliaclaire)

 

My heart

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How can I leave

When you have such a strong hold

On the most essential part of me?

-r.e.

 

Hollow people

There are too many empty people in this crowded room
Each slowly draining the contents of the cups in their hands
I can almost hear the liquid as it makes its way down their throats, trying to fill their souls
And as meaningless words slip clumsily off of their tongues
I’m left wondering why I came here
I might as well be on my own
Maybe I’m not cut out for empty people, empty cups, empty conversations
I think I would be much happier, much better off, if I was alone.
-r.e.

Valentine

 

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Here I am, desperately grasping at memories

Wondering where the spark went

There was a fire that burned steadily between us

But I fear that I put that flame out on my own,

Maybe a long time ago

And I am sorry that in my own self-destruction

I destroyed the only true love I have ever known

I am sorry that I felt too much too soon

That my own fire burned out too quickly

I am sorry that I feel incapable of feeling anymore

But more than anything

I am sorry that I fell out of love

Just as quickly as I fell in it.

-r.e.

 

The distance between

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As I sip on my bitter, room-temperature black tea
The way you like to drink it
I’m hit by the sudden cloud of loneliness
That has become a nightly visitor of mine
It rolls over me as the sun cowers behind the mountains
When the sky shifts from red, to orange, to purple, to black
I’m struck by the realization that you are just now soaking in the sun’s morning rays
I imagine the light as it lazily makes its way into your bedroom
Illuminating your tousled hair that I love so much
And kissing your eyelids with soft warmth
It’s at this time of day
Where the distance between us creates a sizable hole in my chest
And it’s in this moment that I realize how truly far away I must be
If the sun’s touching you but it’s not touching me.
-r.e.

*Special thanks to my best friend who gave me the inspiration for this poem. Tu me manques, Casey.