Tag / feelings

by bcmiller2014

Flower Petal Feelings

Trained to hold 

in, hold
on and on I
press these down, my
flower petal feelings 
heaped then
stamped like
wet concrete. 
They look solid,
look like stone cut
with the marble for St. 
Peter’s. They
are not. There
is no glue, no
mineral adhesive 
to accompany the
pressure so they
are motionless only 
when my lungs are
still. One breath and 
each petal is aloft, 
brushing my face instead 
of running down in
rivulets, but making
themselves known,
nonetheless.   

 

by bcmiller2014

Kittens

Is it a box, where the feelings 

go, whenever they’re pushed 
away?  They don’t cease 
living just because they’re
unwanted. Perhaps they 
become more like feral kittens,
their round eyes peering out
from around decking material
but always too frightened to 
come out as long as 
someone is watching. It’s a 
shame, really, when what 
they really need is a kind 
hand to reach down and gently
rub behind their ears, a soft
voice to reassure them. 
by bcmiller2014

The Chaos Feeling Out

While endeavoring greatly to do nothing, my heart endeavors strongly to be heard. All those tears and shiver-making thoughts that I’ve captured and boxed and stored in places I no longer remember, come pounding back at once and I become small, like a 
seed 
at the bottom of the universe.  These feelings are all lost, gangly teenagers who don’t know how to express themselves, hoping to be strung somehow, like 
pearls – which 
I would be happy to do if I were big enough. Perhaps there’s some warm soil for my seed from
underneath a galaxy.