Whiteboard Poetry: #1

“Flibbertigibbet”

you’re at your lowest, once again
as always watching your sun set on another day
and you’re wondering why the dark seems to hate you
leaves you in filtered moonlight, calling your name
regretting your past lives, what a shame to be reborn again
but the sunset looks so pretty, destruction at her finest
just like you, and here the thought comes again
ah goodness, eff it, flibbertigibbet
you’ve got my heart, soul, and mind,
resting in the palm of your hand
the way the sun sets in the palm of the sky
high and blue, dry and dew, lost but renewed
loved, protected, and cherished at her lowest,
can you promise me the same?

~ PatBunny

A/N: I spent the last few months writing short poems on random whiteboards around my campus, using a single word provided by a stranger as inspiration. Join me as I post the following installments of my whiteboard poetry ❤

Quote of the Month

“When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work, but the solidest things we can know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

With a true friend, there is no room for doubt, only for love. If you have to think twice with them, if you are scared to cry in their arms or laugh too loud, then they aren’t the ones who will drop everything for you. Sometimes, you have to walk on eggshells around others, around your own mind. Friends should be the ones that are solid ground – “they are not glass threads or frost work” – they will not break, they will not crumble when you do. Choose your friends wisely; you are the company you keep, and how else will you have a safe place to learn from your mistakes and enjoy life’s little moments?

To my friends, who make life a little easier every day. Thank you. I hope I make this world just as soft of a place for you.

~ PatBunny

recently

recently i’ve been trying to stop my old habits
get out of bed immediately and try drinking
green tea, black coffee, more water instead
take shorter, colder showers in the mornings,
and i can say with full conviction
that it’s not exactly my cup of tea
the bitter clashes with my tastebuds,
waking up early leaves my body weak
and i prefer my coffee with sugar and cream
my teas flavored with something else
chai with milk, hot chocolate maybe

but please remember, if you asked me
to make you a hot cup of black coffee
steep the tea for you a little longer
you bet that i’d do my best,
fill the mug to the brim with my love
hand it to you even if it burned my hand
hope that it doesn’t burn your tongue
lay in bed with you a little longer,
take longer, warmer showers,
even if it meant returning to
these old habits of mine, since you are
such a dear habit of mine, love.

*

recently, there have been times i bit my tongue
to keep the words from slipping out
from behind their holding cages and bars
but there were also times when i ran my mouth
let the words leap and bound from the playground
of my mouth – and i wish i could balance it well
but for every person who tells me i’m mysterious,
there’s another who tells me i overshare

and it’s okay that i’m not who i thought i’d be
at least i’m no better and no worse
than who i was supposed to be and who i am
battling myself when i should take a break
which one of me is right? after all,
there was never a sheet of paper so thin
that it didn’t have two sides.

~ PatBunny

in my dreams

i.
drown me in the brown
of your irises and eyes
love is dirt is growth

ii.
drown me in the green of the gorgeous earth
because in my dreams, i’m an astronaut
floating in outer space, the earth is my sunrise
and the moon surrounds me with her grace
and i live among the stars and rocks
and you don’t know the lives i lead

iii.
drown me in the blue of the ocean
because in my dreams, i’m a thousand
different things, surfing the waves and
kayaking and drowning in salty seawater
struggling to stay ahead in my head

iv.
drown me in the brown of coffee waves
swirls of cream and spirilling cocoa
because in this life i’m a barista
and i pour you the perfect cup, offer you
my free advice. inhale the coffee
and i know my mood and energy stay afloat

v.
drown me in the lilac of the lavender fields
i’m farming away my troubles on lucious land
because in my dreams, i own some cattle
and no one drives down this deserted path
country life maybe isn’t so bad

vi.
drown me in the brown
of your irises and eyes
love is dirt is growth

Happy Earth Day!

~ PatBunny

love languages

after you, i say, bending at the waist
because i think i’m being funny like that
humour to break the tension
but i want you to know
that if there was darkness on the other side
damn, i’d push you behind me
walk through first, manners aside
it’s my job to protect what’s mine.

but if there was golden light and a single wish
a forever cure on the other side
i’d bend at the waist, give you a smile
say, after you, love of mine.

and it goes to show that our love languages differ,
vary person to person, unlimited love to prefer
give the pickles from my lunchbox to my youngest sister,
frosting off my cake slice to my middle sister
because even though i love it, i love them more
and they’re bound to appreciate the gesture
so i guess i care, and it’ll show.

so make me a cup of hot chai, cut up some fruit
peel me an orange, and share the slice
give your jacket to someone to borrow
put flowers in my hair, warm up cold food
and hand me the plate, show me you care
put extra hot sauce on my rice, brush my hair
call me to say goodnight, and take care
of the ones for whom i care
because love is chains wrapped around each of us
and i wouldn’t break it in a million years
it’s my love language to share.

~ PatBunny