Poetry – Aly Writes

in my riverbed

after half a lifetime of breaking my own heart, I find
peace among the pieces cast away

Jellyfish

Now I’m a bag adrift in this never-ending sea
Trying to remember how it ever felt to breathe

Darkness Lingers

All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain

January’s Quiet Lies

And only time can turn a wound into a scar
And only scars remain of old mistakes
But still, I am what I have done

Though the Smoke May Lift

Tear down the four walls of this time-stopped room
and set me free.
Let flames lick clean the bones of what we knew,
and when there’s nothing left but this stabbing pain,
let me feel nothing.

Spoonfed Tragedies

We’re fed lollipops and bandaids
To placate hollow tears
And handed fictional monsters
To be the focus of our fears

Time and Tide

Barnacles against a rising tide, and
What do we do when the rock is gone?

Like an Eyelash in my Eye

Little star, nebulous
You stay far outside of my reach
Lofty and twinkling
You were the light of my dreams

One Foot Out the Door

I’ve got 14 things in my shopping cart
That I don’t intend to buy
And my eye on a ticket to anywhere
A homebody with the urge to fly

New Beginnings

I like the slow build-up of warmth, he said, the creeping anticipation of the lengthening days and strengthening sun and—