It has been a while since I featured poetry. Last year, Gia Fynn wrote a series of poetry that resonated with many readers so I asked her to share more of her exquisite work.
How can I call this poetry when it's bare?
When I pour my feelings out on a page and you tell me that nothing's really there?
When all my subjects are broken?
And my words so soft they stay unspoken ?
How much am I expressing when the only eyes to see this are mine;
When I write about the same thing all the time?
And where on earth are those expensive sounding words?
Each time I try to capture them they flee like frightened little birds.
- a poem about doubt about a poem
I wanted to fall in love the way the sea crashes in on an inexperienced surfer.
You don't see it happening at first but within moments, you're engulfed by it's entirety.
I wanted it to be something inescapable.
I needed love to provide an instantaneous new perspective, like the surfer's life would flash before his eyes as he battled against the weight of the waves.
So yes, I wanted to drown but I wanted him to drown with me.
She is a shard of glass, she used to fit together to make a whole.
But some people are clumsy, careless and cold.
She is capable of pain and oftentimes she has to let that be known.
Because broken things are picked up for a moment then thoughtlessly discarded like a weirdly shaped stone.
Maybe I'm a bit obsessed with the night sky
But when the sun is away and the stars come out to play there is nothing more fascinating to any human eye
They dance to a tune that is light years away.
We see them dancing in this moment yet they ceased to exist decades before this day.
We cage creatures and cut flowers
We build walls and high towers
We create laws only to break them
Like the hearts of the people who entrust us with them.
It seems to be of human nature to destroy all of nature
All you do is take from me and break me and still you expect me to nurture.
Introduction by: Vidal Thaver
Poet: Gia Fynn
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