Joy so fleeting
Joy so sweet
Nectary syrup
of endorphins
and dreams
Come again and
tuck me in
with sheets of
spidery thread
Entrap me in
your sickening
foreign light
Bathe me with
your tongue
In the lap of
lucid luxury.
There is a feeling
In my mind
That never touches
My heart
The notion that I
Can do this
A feeling that I
Can change
And yet it travels
To my chest
My gut
And resides
A lump
I cannot swallow it
And I cannot breathe
The air is fragile
It carries me
Onward and forward
Into a place
I cannot see
In my mind
Where my feels live
Where my heart
Ventures not
Is not welcome
And starts the cycle
Again
Tingling my toes
Climbing up and up
Bypassing
The useless organ
Traipsing over
Tripping over
Hills and valleys
To root in my head
Where it starts.
This poem is a piece from my new poetry chapbook, In the Feels. It is available on Amazon for $2.99 and includes 20 original pieces that have never been posted on by website before (except for the one below that I’m posting now!). You can also read it for free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. Thanks for your support!
At what point does
your selfishness set
you free from your
guilt and disgustation?
When does your center of
gravity shift to include
someone besides yourself
someone besides anyone
but you who love
and love and love with
only your mouth.
Tell me how to go foreword
and not let the
violent current overtake
me and carry my
helpless body along the
mad ride pushing me
under the surface
where only you can
breathe, where only you
can be, can see, not me.
Swirling, twirling,
tumbling rocks dashed
on rocks with no soft
sand to land. Lend me
your hand that I may
lead you from the dark
depths of you and into
the part of you I know
can be better.
How to fly with
Clipped wings
Moving with
clumsy hesitance
unsure if they
should flap
or let the fall
happen.
Breathing
no time for thought
for times fought
with blind passion
and stone solid
convictions
no restrictions
to keep it back
to shield
to protect
a clear lane
unfettered with
life’s clear conscious.
Alive, the ever
changing world
in which we
live in makes
us want to give
up and fly.
Try every day
in every way
to be someone
who flies
but time
and again
I must rise
from the ashes
soaring high
making passes
high above all
and above all
remembering there
is something
and someone
I must do.
Mushrooms grow
and die in the
dank dark and I
prepare to live
and die in the
light if it
will have me
it it will
bathe me
in soft
fluorescent
light.

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Banging my head
Against unmoving walls
Chasing wild geese
That have long since gone
Turning in circles
For all to see
Flying high
I can see below
Hit the ground
I just don’t know
Choices, like bees
Buzz around my head
Stinging and flying
Hurting and dying
Skin that aches
With my indecision
Stomach drops
It’s time.

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With wings it flies
Up into the night
Currents and rain
To fight through
Gliding and striving
with every beat
not making very
much headway
Strength wears thin
Drive dies within
can’t go as high
as I thought I could
with wings.

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How many times
Can I say I’m sorry
For something I
Did not do
How many ways
Can I show
My love for someone
Who isn’t true
How many nights
Should I lay awake
Waiting for your
Arms to hold me
As many as it takes
Too many for my sake
I shall wait
In eternity.

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Tell me again, Dear Friend
How your day was
What’s happened to you
Since last we met.
I have put on my smile
And my listening ears
Yes, I’m fine
Tell me about you
I don’t know how
To make idle chatter
I never quite learned
Or got the gist
Nod and laugh
When I know it’s
Expected of me
Sip my coffee throughout
Maybe this time I
Will say something
Put a piece of myself
On display, to see
Something’s missing, Dear Friend
No, it’s not my phone
I have my keys
Right here, yes. Good.
But first I’ll listen
One more time
About your planned
Family trip to the sea.
No, I’m fine, coffee’s gone
I’d better get going.
Nice to see you
Don’t be a stranger.
Hug, wave, promise to
Feel the same as I did
Before I came,
As I sat inside.
As I sit now.
Unconnected
Uncollected
Fraying at the seams
Push my stuffing
Back inside
Sew it up again
It’s time to do
Something important.
Start the car
Turn on a radio
That I never hear
Pretend to sing along.

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Hello all!
This is a special post to let you know my Poetry Chapbook is now available on Amazon. It’s called ‘In the Feels’ and has 20 never before published, original works. These pieces reflect moments of raw emotion. My intent was to capture the power of words. My amazement at the ability to explain with writing deep sorrow or exuberant joy. I hope you connect with them on some level.
It’s available for $2.99 which is greatly appreciated if you can afford it. It helps me keep this blog going and is a big step in the right direction of showing me people enjoy my work so I should keep doing it. 🙂 Every purchase is appreciated so very much!
You can also read it for free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited which is a monthly subscription for around $10 each month and allows you to read tons of books for free. (Well, not free, because you paid $10, but you don’t pay for the book itself. You check it out and can check out and read lots of books for the $10 each month. I have it and I love it.) Click HERE to check it out.
I will also being running a contest later this month on my Facebook page where you can win a free copy. So make sure you like my Author Eileen Maki Facebook page so you don’t miss out on the contest.
Thank you so much for your support!
Best wishes,
~ Eileen
Moving light
I displace space
Relocating
Overthinking it all.
Breath in
Breath out
Stay calm
Feeling every molecule
Every hair on end
Each second counts
Action
Precedes reaction
A sneeze
‘Bless you.’
Open a door
To close it behind you
Give your heart
To lose it
Tiny decisions
Huge mistakes
Lead us to where
We should be
Take a breath
Take a step
And begin again.

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