On July 14, 2011 I started a long process of trying to write a poem a day for a year. I did not complete the task, only making it to 277 poems, but life took a turn when I became pregnant with my little one, and I haven't been able to catch up since.
If you are interested in reading those poems, please visit this website: http://jocelynaiden.wordpress.com/. If you want to start from the beginning then journey back to July 14, 2011.
See below for other poems I have written, and any poems written throughout the summer.
Please note: all poems are my own and are copyright Tegan Thuss. Please do not claim my work or pass along without crediting. Thank you!
I am in all things sadness
A consuming fire that devastates The marks I leave the thin strips where matchsticks have become flame There is no tempering the growing heat No cleansing the scarring tissue I burn, too hot, too quickly And then I'm gone Leaving only the charred memory of pain Of hurt, of things turned to ash If you try to hold them they disintegrate into nothing I leave no pieces, nothing untouched by my reckless burning I am inferno
I am in all things sadness
that star you caught
I'm that shooting star you caught a glimpse of yesterday. Sorry if I singed your skin, but I didn't realize how fast I would fall. The skies so far, the world so bright, the ground so solid...it was only a matter of time before I crashed. That razor sharp burn, a kiss of orbit and rock. Your gravity is crushing me. I've been gliding through a darkness I never knew was there, until your shine...your shine lit up the emptiness.
building on bone
When I first met you, I was ruins and wreckage A city burned and battered by storms of emotion and pain You rebuilt me completely
Timber and stone, iron, steel, sharp around the edges Cutting deep when someone tries to dig into the past
I'm different from who I used to be, foundations of an old life crackle beneath But I shine new, transformed Modern and whole
When I first met you, I was hollow and empty Your hands built new life, planted gifts to grow
No more crumbled walls or tattered fences, no trenches or scarred earth Smooth surface, fertile soil, happiness bubbling up through bone to the edges of a permanent smile
Fingertips trace lazy circles along a similar city, your buildings reflecting mine Our roots tangling endlessly
Our city may rest on the ruins of another life But, when I first met you, construction began again...
A Hollow Space Left
Those broken eyes Sad, lonely light to live with
Candle wicks now fading Heart stolen with the evening wind
A broken plate rests on the dark walnut floors Shattered pieces, disconnected memories
An empty seat, impression in the cushion of something that should have lasted longer than a spark.
A dangerous silence Calloused hands wrap around empty promises
Cold food that would have been Could have been a beginning mid-book
Tabletop filled with nothingness, desolate with tattered chords of maybes, then with a hollow aching goodbye. Longer than the slow motion swaying of a walk to and out the door.
The click the only sound left, deafening Deafening...deafening…deafening
The sky's on fire in your eyes, And the rainbow’s light is shining. But it’s all worth it to see the storm, To see the clouds rage over you. The breaking thunder, It screams your name, The lightening striking, Shines only on you.
The mountains are falling in your eyes, And I’m on the edge of a cliff now. But it’s all worth it to see my demise, And the crumbled stones at your feet. The avalanche, Echoes with your voice, The crevices left, Holding you in their mind.
The moon it is falling in your eyes, Aiming for Earth on its way, But it’s worth it to see the stars that it held, Dancing in patterns so bright. And the darkest night, Shadows your form, With its wings of black, Clawing at your flesh.
The seas are all crashing in your eyes, Each wave is drowning me more. But it’s worth it to see the blue depths, And the fathoms they churn in my heart. The water drifts, Only to your singing, And the tide is running, To catch you on the beach.
The Earth is laughing in your eyes, Rising and falling like it breathes in the air, But it’s worth the cracking and the pain, To see you whisper out its name. The tremble of the soil, Rings with your heart, The ripping of the ground, Filled with the sight of you.
The trees are dripping in your eyes, With life that no one could give them. But it’s worth all the sadness and lies, To see the birth of their rhythm. The branches collide, With your movements, And the sap it falls only, For the taste of your mouth.
Dreams they are floating in your eyes, A patchwork of everything I’ve thought. But it’s worth it to see you hold them, And consider them something of worth. The nightmares fade, In your presence, And the visions sharpen, For you to believe.
The wind is flying in your eyes, Over everything that might break. But it’s worth more than I ever knew, To see it climbing to the Heavens. And the Angels fall, Just to see you, Give their wings, Just to witness your beauty.
This swing is all memories of your eyes, Of everything they held when you sat by my side. But it’s all worth it to know that you were there, For even that one small moment in time. The sky burns for you, The stars collide, The Earth reawakens, The Heavens grow wide,