the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time


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Day 312 – Confession #3: Give Your All

To Love Unapologetically is to:
Love more deeply than the depths of the tallest Venezuelan waterfall

You have served your heart up on a platter

Yes, to give your all is to impress upon the earth your deepest dedication

And love without consideration for temptation
Annihilation
Obliteration

So if today seems a day for you to love
Know that you must also be loved
You cannot just give your heart in jest
This is a serious commitment


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Day 303 – Sweet Madeleine

I’ve packed you safe into a neatly shaped container.
I label you as my breakfast,

And after an hour or so,
I give in and consume you.
But I’m still hungry.

I know sugar cannot sustain me.
I’m searching for some kind of substance.
I know that it’s not your fault,
Being concocted of copious amounts of
Sugar, butter, eggs.
So I won’t complain.

In fact, I praise you for offering me
Instant satisfaction.
As soon as you meet my lips,
I feel a sense of overwhelming joy.

How blessed am I to be able to
Enjoy your encouragement.

Still you leave me wanting.
I crave you more and more,
And I know that I can’t even have you.


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Day 302 – From the Sponge, To the Boiling Pot

*Inspired by Sarah Kay

You were enticing, though I knew you could burn me if you really wanted.
And I was warned to be cautious around you, since you have a tendency to boil over.
But for the record, watching you from across the kitchen was my favorite thing to do.
Encompassed in your sleek pot, with a handle for which one is to gently lift you.

See, though I learned to wash away filth, I always soak in those around me.
And I’m guilty of absorbing you more than a time or two.
And cleaning up after your messes weren’t always easy.
But I got the job done.

Part of me feels that I’m unfinished, with all of these holes in my being.
But I know that I’m just open.
I put up no boundaries to guard from unwanted adventurers.
No, I simply let them in, and trust them (perhaps a little too much).

But with you, I was more than eager to drink you in.
And you’d warm me up with your tenderness.
You were the best kind of mess I could clean up. But also the worst.

Sometimes, you know, you’d just sit still, at room temperature.
Difficult to read, I was not sure how to move around you.
And when the fire was hot enough, you’d boil into tantrums of
Scalding-hot oblivion. Your bubbling water would threaten to attack me.

And on those off-days of yours, you’d evaporate into thin air.
You’d release into the atmosphere as steam,
And soon you’d be out of my reach.
I couldn’t contain you even if I tried.

One day, I hope that you can condense back into the
Pores of me, for they are empty.
Waiting to be replenished
By your abundance.

See, I believe that you have the ability to change.
To freeze into a solid.
Perhaps be my sturdy brick of ice that cools me down when I get a little to hot.
And when we’re both at a calm,
You can melt back into your,
Ever-moving self,
And dance with me.

‘Cause I’ll never stop wanting to wash up after you.
Even if you’re on the other side of the kitchen,
Sitting atop your stove-top pedestal.
I have the window’s sunlight behind me,
And I’ll let it shine to you.
And maybe you’ll come back home.


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Day 220 – I’ll Cover You

It seems only yesterday
That I was more than excited to meet you
To greet you
Hold you in my arms
And as the days passed,
Stretch out my arms
So I could squeeze your hands in mine
And just as the morning glory misses the sun
And the hungry breeze licks at the waves
Perhaps temporary pain is all this is
Or is it?

Am I too contemplative to think
That our lives have passed in the blink
Of an eye, a saddened eye
One who has wept the same tears you have
When you were hurting most

To see you stand on your own two feet
Without me to defend you
With my rugged shield,
Heavy with guilt
But light, like the promise of tomorrow
It is a sight that I have yet to befriend

Though, worry not,
As we share troubles that were once
As simple as learning to grow an apple tree
Or how to mend scraped hands and knees
Or how to share friends though age told us not to
Just know that as you continue to grow
I’ll be there for you.