lift

July 4, 2012

tired of falling
in Love.
(too many bruises)

i want to fly
in Love.
make me forget
there is ground.

fly me so high
my nose bleeds
the fears
right out of me.

i want to breathe the air
right from her soul’s lungs
until my chest expands
and her oxygen pumps
through my veins
filling the air pockets
that constrict my airways.

lift me.

i want to be gone
in her wind.
thrown into thin air.

fly in Love.

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if i am Light

June 25, 2012

i am not here today.
come to think of it, i wasn’t here yesterday either.
not quite sure where i am.
but i’ve been missing my self as of late.

tears sit at the edge of my eyes
they fear the fall
so they hold on to my lashes
until they find their way back into
the pockets of my pupils
my vision drowns

i sit in silence
wanting to hear the message
this moment has for me
i am deafened by its screams

i used to be so full of life and energy
i used to believe in Love more than i believed in gods
i was unstoppable the world was mine to conquer

but time and life have changed that
and i am left to gather from the experiences
to emerge with new wisdom
and a fresh vision

because if i am Light
then i cannot be extinguished

if i am Light
then i must burn

search and rescue

June 22, 2012

i spend too much time in my head
wondering when the wonder will wander over
under the icy ground below my feet

lost in the labyrinth of my fears
uncertainties greet me with the faded smile
of a memory filled with hope

where did i loose my Faith?

un-broken

April 24, 2012

i am broken
but i am not shattered.

repairable, in fact.

i am stronger
at the parts
that cracked
because they know, now
how to reconnect.

healing bones,
tendons rebuild,
nerves reconnect.

the broken heal.
the body remembers.
the soul is stronger.

break down,
build up.
the edifice is fortified
reinforced
and forced to realize such wondrous truth:
the body can handle so much… more.

so really,
i am not broken
i am just strengthening the core
of a warrior heart.

the last love poem

February 8, 2012

“Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have
built against it.”
~Rumi.

the last love poem
will not be written
in my lifetime.

as long as i am a poet,
butterflies will flutter
in bellies distended
with excitement.

palms will sweat.
heart rates will rise.

Love notes
will be stitched in cursive
into pocket seams.

spontaneous Love songs
will play and dancing will happen
in parking lots, busy streets,
quiet corners…

rain will pour
and Love will be soaked.

fear threatens Love.
has people running away from it
like a natural disaster.

exhaustion…

Love continues breathing.
being.

and while you fall down
…Love falls up.

 

Writer’s Note: “Fluttering butterflies was an inspiration from a conversation with Idalia Poetry.”

call

December 5, 2011

“i believe in love when you can’t possibly call it love.” -nppa

by any other name
it will still be
the action that lives
long after earth has
expired in its own
hatred.

it will be the verb
that creates a new world
the big bang
of a new universe

without a doubt
someone will die for it
another will build for it
a few will act a fool
(cause it can make you do that)
while others will give up on it.

and when you have no idea
what to call it
…it will call you.

sentence

October 17, 2011

there was a crime
committed against you.
so horrible, its got you thinking
you are guilty.

you’ve locked yourself up
in a prison of silence.

don’t sentence yourself
to life behind fears.

i will stand here
until you realize
you are free.

and then,
…we can walk out together.

~Sarahí Yajaira, 2011