I met you when you were wiser in years, and I was younger and impressionable. You carried regrets and I soothed them away. I knew I would outlive you, it's the risk I took in loving you. It doesn't scare me when I'm in your arms and I'll take every moment I can until slow breaths take … Continue reading When You Go – RL & Kristiana Reed
Tag: Poems
Popcorn
You make me feel like popcorn: pop pop whistle and I flower and hiss with heat. I'm still friendly, still tasty despite my spontaneity. I want to fill you up, make you whole, let you feel my sweetness on your tongue as you lick me off of your fingertips. And when I'm in … Continue reading Popcorn
Fabric Misery
Maybe it would be better if I imagined happiness in objects I have owned for years instead of searching for it as if it were buried treasure or debating whether it is worth the investment as if I hold shares or twiddling my thumbs hoping the cashier won’t id me as if it can be … Continue reading Fabric Misery
Oxygen & Dust
I've never seen a dead body before which I'm not disappointed about, like most people, I prefer bodies which are alive and well but I've seen death; tasted it on the tip of my tongue. I watched the branches of a tree be severed with a saw and tossed into a metal bin with kindling. … Continue reading Oxygen & Dust
Quartet
I - The Night We Met It was the tail end of summer we were young and had no idea what we were in for. I saw you and tried to touch forever; in hindsight I should have bottled the August night sky for us to keep and breathe on the days the air between … Continue reading Quartet
Easy Harmony
Silence is seven am on a Sunday morning. A crescendo of quiet as day breaks clean through a bruised cotton candy sky. The kettle boils and my feet pad across the linoleum. Bed sheets rustle as I return with two teas and a smile because the morning shadows sing and cling to the contours of … Continue reading Easy Harmony
Tiny Ghosts
There are tiny ghosts in my kitchen. The first one I found swimming in the sugar pot. It holds the spoon whenever I go in and grapples with wispy fingers. Eventually I pull free but my tea still tastes bitter despite the half spoonful of sugar. The second sits and cracks the tops … Continue reading Tiny Ghosts
In My Home
I wrote an SOS into my flesh. I announced there was someone in my head, in my home, in my heart; she was bitter and unkind. I pleaded with the muddy water and with my tears. I denounced my reflection and then pulled the same woman into my arms and told her not to worry, … Continue reading In My Home
Housebound Cat
I read a short story by Lorrie Moore about loving a man who always insists on letting your cat outside. It reminded me of you. You insisted on doing the same; insisting I was silly for thinking he would get run over, when cats get run over all of the time. Sure, cat … Continue reading Housebound Cat
Therapy [Top 5 of 2018]
The most liked piece in 2018 on My Screaming Twenties. Thank you all for your support. I'm excited for what 2019 holds and the release of my debut poetry collection in the Spring. Therapy On our first date I told you I'd dated two before you. The first, Liza was blonde, stern but … Continue reading Therapy [Top 5 of 2018]