There once was a time when I could trust. When all seemed right in the world, and the universe itself made sense. That time was broken, along with my dreams. Along with my heart.
When I saw her across the plane, I knew she was the one. Her perfect beauty, her confident air, her unbelievable kindness towards strangers were all too enticing to skip over. It didn't matter that I was with my fiance on the way to our wedding; I'm sorry honey, I can't go through with it. There's someone better in my life now.
I took the whole flight to muster my courage and finally talk to this perfect goddess. I played it safe.
"Hi." She looked up from her book.
"Hi." I was in. The way she was looking at me now, there was no way she didn't feel what I did.
"You're beautiful." I couldn't stop myself from blurting it out. It was the truth.
"You're awfully forward. Aren't you with a significant other?" She was observant too? How could she not see how magnificent of a creature she was?
"Not for much longer, now that I've met you," I replied with my signature smile. No one could resist it.
"I'm gay," she said, and calmly turned back to her book.
My heart floundered in my chest. The plane split in half, throwing me out and hurtling me to the ground. I was broken. I could never love again. That perfect specimen, the most majestic woman I had ever met, was untouchable.
I staggered my way back to my seat. Despite the anxious words of my fiance, I couldn't bring myself to move. All I could think of was her. Of her betrayal. Of the trust I gave, and the ease she murdered it.
*Hi everyone, note this is all fiction and I don't condone jibronies like this at all! Thanks y'all.
A Sonnet of Red and Gold
A kind, lowly lamplighter pays his dues
Can an artist truly capture its life?
Brushstroke on brushstroke, tiny bit and strife
Many a blue bird the season confuse
Although the lovely green it may just lose
Golden leaves pave way to an afterlife
Ruby red streaks through the air like a knife
The season for rich and delicious stews
Autumn by some and Fall by another
The season for pumpkins, and pie, and love
A quilt of colours for the next winter
The branches begin to break and splinter
Now is the time to dig out your warm glove
Now is the time for leaves from a printer
A Sonnet for the End
As raging fires burn around our place
And crashing waves threaten us, unnerve us
Your old ridges and lines, most beauteous
Grant me your strength, as I caress your face
Grant me divine love, your eternal grace
For when our joints grow stiff and cold and ache
When my bones are brittle and start to break
My shaking hands destroy our blames by mace
Wiping all imperfections from our bone
Because here you are perfect, old or new
Here I am close, perfection oh so blue
A great distant sun burns brightly alone
For you, I grow the sweetest honeydew
For you, the Midgard serpent overthrown.
Nature’s Immortal Dance
A light tune plays near
The chords twist, shatter my ear
Two sides of the same coin
Fire battles frost
They turn, fuse and join
One defeats the other, and lost
Which will prevail?
Light, or shadows?
Like metal without the nail
Like grass without the meadows
A neverending circuit
A sphere without edges
Emerald bushes were cut
By the gardener, the hedges
One burns, the other cools
What is a hero without a villain?
As useful as a plumber without tools
As perfect as a circle in a square fill-in
A constant battle, an eternal struggle
A gymnast’s perfect balance
A toddler learning to juggle
Nature’s immortal dance.
I lay face up, not a care in the world
My thoughts are soothing, polished and pearled
Isn’t nature amazing? Isn’t it sweet?
Can you hear the robins, the birds singing ‘tweet tweet?’
But as I lay, immersed in grass
A thought occurs, wicked as broken glass
I couldn’t shape it, describe it if I tried
Except that somewhere, somehow… someone lied?
What if this perfect nature is all but a farce?
I know happy places are small and sparse
Here is too good to be true, though I desperately hope it is
Are candies not sweet then, and sodas not fizz?
The world is suddenly topsy turvy
Are circles sharp and squares curvy?
My breaths start coming shallow and quick
My stomach clenches, I think I’ll be sick
Out of the blue, you appear
To help me to save me, oh how quickly you came here!
Your head rests in my lap, your fur on my skin
How silky your ears are, how are you, where have you been?
Oh my loyalist friend, my dearest accomplice
My dear sister, my moral compass
I love you, my sweet dog
I love you, like a drowning man to a log
Thank you for saving me from my dark spiral
If I posted a video of you it would go viral
Thank you, my four legged friend
Thank you Ivy, my dog until the end.
Join me in an age old library
With its musty smell ripe with age
Ripe with its ancient smell
Its old smell of knowledge
Run with me through the rows
Towers of the written word
Yards of ink smeared on paper
Conveying love and adventure
Dance with me as we find a spot
To settle down, to read, to think
We can laugh and cry, and sing together
Curled up, surrounded by books
Cheer me up when a character dies
As I’ll you when a tragedy occurs
An army is no match for our optimism
A fire no match for our tears
Help me step on to a rickety ladder
Grasping towards the rarest books
A jewel, a treasure of forgotten lore
A pearl, shining in the murk of our own
Are you jealous, my sister?
Jealous of me?
Maybe it's the way I talk
After years of speech therapy
Are you angry, my sister?
Angry at me?
Because of my accomplishments
or that you were stung by a bee
Are you sad, my sister?
Sad because of me?
I'm so sorry, I try
To stay out of your way, you see
Are you happy, my sister?
Happy without me?
I thought your favourite gift
would be my absence, your emotional fee
I am sorry, my sister
Apologies from me
for all the times I hurt you
or bored you enough you left me in a tree
I love you, my sister
I love you, says me
You're my favourite friend
My oldest friend, not he.
(Note: this is pure artistic licence, as my sister is actually a really kind person.)
There is a place I know,
Where the sun is gentle and cool,
Where clouds are placed like a package bow,
Where the mirror is a reflective pool;
In this place, I feel at peace,
Maybe because of the pine,
Or maybe the lack of geese,
All I know is that on picnics we dine;
This place is safe, as you are there,
A comforting presence, a solid hand,
We sit together, and you brush my hair,
Rocking in a boat, an island far from land;
In this eternal place,
Never changing mountains pierce the cloud,
Gently, gently, I caress your face,
You and me, together, unbowed.
A Fool for Love
The rain patters on my window, dreadfully in tune with my heart
Pitter patter, drip drop
It’s embarrassing to be like this
Nervous about something like this
Me, a strong woman
Me, and independent woman
Me, a fool for love
Are they going to call again? Do they remember me?
Stupid questions take over my thoughts
Hold my creative process at knifepoint
Think of this guy!
They questions scream
Please, I have to work
I don’t have time to think of them
Of their beautiful, silk hair
Or their flawless skin
Or the way their eyes light up when I say
I love you
Because what if they feel differently,
What if they don’t care?
What if I’m a rebound date,
They love me back?