PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

tell me

how to know what is truth and what is almost

how to know what I have imagined into existence

when I spend my life creating

when half my head is filled with fiction

and my breath spells out promises I have not written down

a big sky

can make me believe in god

a glance

a shiver

a little bit of different in me

can make me believe in you

I am dust caught in your cobwebs

and bits of origami

the ones you leave

so often here

where you listen

where you move space but it is deliberate

where you touch me

where you speak my tongue’s memory into existence

see me and you might think

I am changing

live it and I know

I am so roughly becoming

another ending

I can’t seem to find the beginning in

I will surround you with faeries and demons

and everything we have created

I will surround you with everything I have saved for you

knowing your words are a world

a world where kissing you is breathing and I don’t want to stop

a world where I will package myself up

in a pretty little bow for you

but I would so often sin for the idea I have become

burn all the shelters down

a world where all we know is lightning

but the right kind this time

in between I will perfect these glass houses

can’t love you from way over here

know that world will never spill me out its edges

so I make another masterpiece of a day last

so it’s worth a lifetime