I read my mother’s journals and yearn to have a child who will one day read mine.
As scared as I am of what I may produce on those pages,
for now, I still write on every line.
Category: Poetry
After Death
How strange it is,
to watch someone’s face sparkle and dance with life on a Monday,
and for it to be gone by Tuesday.
How strange it is,
for our bodies to decay, to expire,
yet leave behind an undeniable
presence if we’re open to it.
to look into your eyes merely through a photograph
and still feel the life you once held through them.
It sometimes feels silly, futile,
to pour you liquor when I don’t drink,
to light a candle even though you don’t have eyes to see it,
to pray to you when I have no religious ties.
But death has taught me that the permanence of spirit goes beyond what is comprehendible for me.
It is precisely in the offerings, the flames, and the devotions where I can find you again,
because looking for you in the flesh is the true shortcoming of my humanness.
I cultivate a new relationship with you.
One where a dime dropped means you heard my prayers,
where a vivid dream of you is no longer a dream but a genuine encounter with you,
where a stranger in passing who looks eerily like you is a reminder that you still exist, just differently.
What beauty there is to foster connection with the deceased.
Circles and Squares
Some people think in circles and others in squares.
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Queen of Frozen Forests
Queen of frozen forests, her presence reigning in like a chorus.
Queen of frozen forests, bearing her eye of Horus.
Queen of frozen forests, ready for her performance.
But queen of frozen forests knew she could not restore us.
Continue reading “Queen of Frozen Forests”Words that Spark Inspiration
A small collection of acrostic poems
Alchemize – transform the nature or properties of (something) by a seemingly magical process.
At my will, I
let my soul dissolve and
cradle the
hierarchies of
energies present.
may the bound and boundless
integrate with
zero hesitations and an
electrifying seal.
Rediscovery
To step into myself
is uncharted territory.
To feel safe
is an unread part of the story.
Continue reading “Rediscovery”Loneliness
Loneliness comes around
where no one is to be found.
It really doesn’t hurt.
Only when my mind is empty and inert,
am I reminded of the disconcert.
Continue reading “Loneliness”When Will I Know?
How many times
can I write a rhyme?
Until my mouth sours like a lime
and I crumble under the divine? Continue reading “When Will I Know?”
An ode to the bathroom.
I spent my childhood looking over my shoulder,
growing stiffer and colder,
afraid of my fragile soul being demeaned;
I would have rather no one intervened.
But, my bedroom was never a safe haven away from prying eyes and concerned looks
So whenever I was craving
a peaceful, private nook
To the bathroom I would spring,
my place to be understood.
Continue reading “An ode to the bathroom.”Every Night I Am Not Here
Dream states are altered consciousness
and I know this
but the theory is immortalized as I slip into the abyss.
a white noise app fills the silence of the night. I pick familiar sounds to soothe my slumber-a crackling fire, a heavy rainstorm, roaring city streets. They envelop me in warmth and nostalgia.
I drift, closer to sleep.
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Lashanda Forsberg 