Tehvitan Ibele

Say It

I love you and I...
No.
What?
Say it again.
I lo..
Say it like you mean it.
I...
But not because I told you to. Say it as if you meant it before I told you to say it with meaning.
But that's...
Say it.
No.
What?
I never can.

A List

You laugh, you smile, you sing (off-key), you dance and sing some more.
You shine, you glow, you are silly and bold, and I love you all the more.
You are crazy, ridiculous, insane and you know it,
Flamboyant and quiet and adorably private.
I could count and recount all the reasons I love you
In rhyme and in flawless iambic pentameter,
But I've not the time, and the world enough rhymes,
But a lifetime of attempts will suffice.

Wandering in the Night

I sit upon my pitch dark bed
As pitch dark thoughts feed my pitch dark dread
And all that's really left unsaid
Is the moonlight through my window.

The pools of light wash clean my feet
And then my hands until they meet
My lips and eyes that cannot see
The moonlight through my window.

So blind I sit, yet feeling more
The ever-lingering hoarfrost
That clings to the edges of my thoughts
And brings the moonlight in.

Expectations

And with these words he was set free
From bonds of harsh eternity;
What you may choose, you choose alone,
As grains of sand in rolling foam.

Silence

The screams most loud are heard within the mind
Where molded truth yet sits and stirs, alone, behind.

The Greater Good

And so he knew upon looking at the trees and leaves that something
Existed beyond his daily rituals.
Past volumes and volumes
And gigs and gigs
There was a place that spread further and farther than any attempt at meaning.
He reached out his hand and shrank away,
Fearing and feeling the growing anxiety.

Faces glowing in the dimming light,
Blowing petals from the frozen night.

Happiness

I know. I know you hurt.
I know you do so I don't have to.
Let us share the burden.
We cannot, I know, but know that I know.
The sun will rise tomorrow
And the moon just after.

A Comfortable Chair

He ruffled his hair and rested against the cold brown leather.
It's only for two years.
He watched the trees wave unwillingly, staring with a biting look as he passed by.
Maybe even less.
I know, it's just...
The leaves scratching across the pavement cannot be ignored.
It seems like my home is in bits and pieces.
The branches shake off the seeds and leave them to the wind.
Well, she said, everyone deserves a comfortable chair.

Belief

I believe in happiness. Mill, a chief proponent of Utilitarianism once stated that once he had some time to re-evaluate his beliefs, he began to write. I believe in stability and solidarity. I believe I cannot speak as to what is best for the world, nor can I pretend to understand, but I believe that lack of information is no excuse for inaction. I believe in a day, each day, and every day after that. I believe that it is in our nature and our interest to reaffirm our beliefs. I believe in mistakes. I believe everyone has some good in them. I believe in optimism and difficult times. I believe that humility is important, but pride is as well. I believe that life takes us, but cannot place us. I believe I do not know where I will be or what I will do in the future, but I will be able to do it. I believe that everyone needs to believe--as to what they believe, I couldn't say.

Tick Tock

Tick tock,

Tick tock, the time

Taps soft but strongly on

As my tongue trips on the minutes

And hours, years, and lives that flow on by.

 

He strains his eyes ahead to see what lies in wait.

 

Move on,

Move on, the moments

So slowly saunter on.

Fingers grip tight—with breath of new

Direction—‘round threads of silken sunlight.

 

His eyes shut tightly—they burn hot behind his softened skin.

 

The days of celebration

Mark not the lives that we do lead—

They cradle the precious mundane in between their few gleaming peaks.

 

I walk among the shimmering marshes.