This page displays a collection of seven poems I wrote during Quarantine. Through out the span of a few months, I experienced waves of different emotions each day. It sometimes felt like a battle to still stand without sucumbing to the raging sea inside me. Old emotions came to the surface just as new tidal waves appeared. Out of my dispair came this poetry; My escape, my muse. The topics range from each poem. From the missing someone for who you thought they were, to dancing with the stars at night, and to the moments of true bliss spent on a porch swing. My only hope is that you relate and find comfort in some of my words, for what they mean to me, to what they might mean for you.
-Grace Xxx
-Lullaby For My Sleeping Worries (In the Night) –
I cry tears of wandering hope
My heart beats
To the sound of a forgotten embrace
Catapult me into the sun, into space
Let me lay with the stars
Dancing on the cusp of the milky way
Let me paint my face with stardust
Line my eyes with the remnants of the moon
Weave lullabies from my sorrow
Every string bringing together
anticipation for another tomorrow
Let me dream in the day
And make friends with the shadows in the night
Telling old stories of my worry
And singing in joy
of what does not show itself in the dark
Remind me softly,
each morning
As the sun kisses my face
Remind me softly, that
Reality’s wonders have much to offer
Remind me softly
Almost quietly
That each day is a new beginning
And each day, I learn to live
A little more.
– A Life In Whispers –
Of moments – current, living
Breathing things
Sweet strawberries on a porch Swing.
Drifting away in the Spring Breeze
Day old coffee meeting my lips
The pitter-patter of cat steps
In the late night, my words find me
Whispering between my hazy thoughts
Chasing me for a home
Amongst the notes in my phone
A Daisy crown adorn my head
My throne an unmade, messy bed
The Earth turns around me
In a state of existential dread
Everything is frozen, pictured
In a Polaroid I’ll soon forget
in the near future
Maybe
I will learn how to remember again.
M i s s i n g i n a c t i o n
How are you?
I miss you
I’ve been thinking
About what you’re up to
In this unknown time
Are you chasing the stars
Or sleeping the 8 hours
You always said you try sometime?
Are you still wandering
Across scattered flames
And where the daisies reign
Do you find comfort in the new?
In what you never knew?
I’d tell you about myself
But it’s all a blur
Between broken emotions
And wild yeast
Pretending to be fine
To say the least
If I haven’t said it before
I’ll say it now
I think of you often
And where you are now
Because I haven’t forgotten
To write, to call
To do it all
So I’ll hang up the phone
And talk another time
I miss you
And I hope you’re doing fine
– Fields of Contemplation –
A wave washes over me
My field of existence rocked
The plane in which I live upon
Losing its tune becoming-
A catalyst of sorts
My heartbeat slows
As I fade away
Drifting from reality
Into my mind, I stay
Worlds form with a single thought
My tongue caught
On the snags of beautiful words lost
Somewhere in my head
Will I remember, or forget?
I dream in the day
And wander the fields of contemplation at night
I never sleep because
In my drifting I worry what will find me
My creations come alive
Crackling sounds of life, heard in the midnight
What am I to be,
A creator who hides from her creations?
Do I leave these words to rot
Instead of giving them homes on my pages
Because I’m afraid
Of what I’ll see
When all the beautiful words l
Turn into broken things?
– Two in The Morning –
Dark shadows
Dancing in the faint light
A bleeding painting
On the wall
All of its beauty
Red consumes it all
Late night conversation
Into the telephone by the bed
Intimate thoughts
whispered into the night
Feelings bleeding past the
boundaries we’re meant to keep
We’re warden: we’re prisoner
We hold the keys- our escape in hand
But chaos threatens
To ruin our plans
– I Don’t Like to Write Love Poems Anymore –
I don’t like to write love poems anymore
It’s just useless lyrical nonsense
Displaying blind devotion
Old words rooted in lost emotion
Kindling for the next flame
carrying in old pain
I much rather spend my time
Writing adoration for the world around me
For the birds, the sea
For The marigolds in the field
For the laughter of a dear friend
And the embrace of a warm bed
Lovingly I gaze
As the memories are made
Giving me hope for tomorrow
For all the wonderful things to follow
For the simple rituals that make up my day
To grand celebrations
Both special in their own way
I don’t like to write love poems anymore;
How could I,
when I am surrounded by the beauty of today?
– Who I have become –
I remember what life was like before this
Hiding inside
Under dark circles under my eyes
When things were normal, and fine
Telling myself perfect lies
Things were painted in a Rosey filter
The days were longer
The feelings went by quicker
I have memories stored
In my mind, in my phone
A red head with
an internet connection
A first love
I still remember fondly
Life was strung by the next pop album to come
It was simple, and easy
Not messy, not bloody
The colors went out of the lines
But today I’m accepting that’s just fine
Today is cold brew in a glass jar
Listening to Florence
Singing in the car
Today is present, and I’m awake
I’m not pulled away by my little pockets of escape
It might be difficult, and painful
But I’m living fully
Not knowing what’s to come
I’m living now
Accepting who I have become