It Came From Outer Space…

I honestly don’t remember when this was written or under what circumstances. I do know that it was somewhere between 2002 and 2005 because it was while I was still at the library.

We are close to absorbing…
Interest is a take back moment
Lighting up the dust entombed
Make me,
Shake me,
Turn me over,
Open up and focus too.
Hoping, working over time it’s
Telling how we’re havoc-bound
Now I see my mind re-open…
Now I see

You make me spin,
Twist my body outside of my head,
Can turn the downside upside
Down turn round
Effectually I am rippling
Throughout the mist I
falling in to parts unknown.
wish I could follow
cannot be gathering dust here
on s c a t t e r b r a i n days
Throughout the mist I
wish I could follow through

I realize now that I have written a heck of a lot of poetry about my husband and our interactions.

This was written around 1 a.m. one night after I’d gotten back from a date with my then fiance now husband. We’d been having a long talk about how he should get out now before I took him down with me on the crazy road. Or should I say I’d been telling him that and he’d been telling me how he didn’t think I was crazy and he liked me and that he was in this for the long haul.

Pieces fit they should

hold together where they go

Glass in turn makes it over

untied where there’s fall

Enter into missing emptied

Place in hole and hope it’s

see the splinters full of promise

see the picture half of me

I can promise I can bend

I can tear I can

rend the pulley torn and open

I can hold the weight of

Pieces fit they should

I have the box lid

Image ready

I have the image from before

I see the ripples of reflection

wonder how it

can be

restored

Honest tell me will it ever

Hold up to the one before?

Honest tell me can I be mended?

Patch me up and set me score

Pieces fit they should

Melt them down and pour the mold

Sticky tape and

patchwork quilts

Make a new one from the old.

I’m very glad he didn’t listen to me, and kept persisting. I still have these thoughts every once in a while but they’re coming less and less often.

I wrote this about my husband who was at the time still my fiance, so this was originally written…in 2004.

You are my band aid,
Lightening through the clouds,
Walking through my mind,
We are at home here,
Honest with new means,
Cement in the cracks.

I’m glad to see that this sentiment about him is still true — if not moreso in the five years since.