02 Dec 2017
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, 100words, ancestors, earth, forward, life, love, mother, perseverance, personal, physical, poem, poetry
turned around
the other
way
face
tumble
and tuck
become
one
with
with
earth
cartwheel
down
until
vines
15 Nov 2016
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, 100words, bee, body, buzz, evergreen, eyes, flower, honeybee, personal, poem, poetry, romance, shine, story, sun
in the midst
of
buzz-buzz-
buzzin’
against your
window
i see those
evergreen
eyes
through
glass
oh my
how the sun
shines
through
your
blinds
my body’s
kissin’ sky
now
and your
belly-button
is the
sun
you pressed
me
into a flower
into
your
favorite
poem
re-read our
story
as words
try
to describe
the
beauty
of evergreen
pines
29 Jun 2016
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, blue, bodies, bright, brightblue, colors, flesh, freewrite, glitter, hands, humans, intimacy, life, lips, love, morning, personal, physical, poem, poetry, relationship, romance, sex, skin, sparkle, sun, sunrise, touch
follow my
lines
curve of my
hips
thin gold silver
light
bounces off
thighs
glitter sheen
sparkle
curve of your
lips
swimming over
underneath
waves in your
eyes
flesh on flesh
feel of
your shoulders
against mine
cut into me
like the sun
through the
blinds
at dawn
you are cool
as morning
dew
hands float
down my
back
bone
lips on my
neck
color of
you
bright bright blue
leave me
at sunrise
but never
alone
bright blue
23 Apr 2016
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, bleedingink, blue, earth, green, humans, ink, life, pen, personal, poem, poetry, trees, writer, writing
infinite stretch
I reach
rub green through Nature
trees on my
fingertips
color of our lungs
on rainy afternoons
a lush world
blooms slow
like a Lotus
half-open
I wait
planet of mud
hands outstretched
to the blue
it pours
leaves
are greener
lost nights
I write
places with
pumpkin purple
horizons
and
blood orange
suns
smeared ink
I erase
blood blue
stains
on page
when the pen
breaks
I bleed out
07 Apr 2016
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: cleaning, colors, daughter, dirt, dress, forgiveness, humans, maternal, mother, mud, personal, poem, poetry, red, relationships, rise, seasons, spring, summer, surrender, white
mud
on my summer dress
washed a thousand times
the brown spot, which is supposed to be
white and pure like the rose I gave my mother
the tile floors are red and I am an off-white egg
my yolk drips onto your head
your laugh fills the walls
we are in a cave
somewhere
home
white
is forgiveness,
is hope, is surrender,
my mother took the petals
and turned them red just like her lips
how remembering that always was
moment of being sucked dry
i scrubbed for days
i am white
wearing
mud
11 Jan 2016
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: blood, clean, daughter, death, digging, dirty, earth, fish, hands, heart, humans, life, love, mother, personal, poem, poetry, red, relationships
my hands are dirty
I’ve been
digging
hit bone, hit earth,
hit rock, hit bone
You are gone
deep in Earth’s
core,
away from the
center
of my heart
You are dead
my hands
are dirty
I’ve been
cleaning
up your
blood
from the rug
Red finger tips
like my mother’s
lipstick
I thought I was her
then there was
you
consuming me
like a
fresh
catch
I bit the bait
but never bled
25 Nov 2015
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: clouds, colors, life, mother, motherdaughter, personal, poem, poetry, streamofconsciousness, towers, twins, writing, writinggroup
everything else blurs away like white static from televisions when i was growing up and september 11th happened and my mother’s face and the gray, so much gray. how did i find her after so many scenes and rituals and deep breaths? i found her standing right across from me at the wake, there were flowers swallowing up the room i was there, reading about nanny and everyone had tears in their eyes because it was so well written and beautiful and i missed her more than ever when i read about my sicilian grandmother, ancestor who shared my blue blue veins. i’ve been writing so much about my mother and the seasons and change, that i think real change is floating away from me before my very eyes and it’s scary, as scary as the gray, as the blue. soon it’ll be mother’s day again this year and i will think about how alive she is on paper but invisible in reality and wonder if she will read my book about her the day it gets published or will it sit on her kitchen counter while she dusts around it?
you are rainbow, all the dim colors of night and i am still here waiting for woman with red lipped smiles and pointed eyebrows i watched you tweeze them in the mirror so many times behind but you looked away glass and pantyhose sheer black your perm looked at me with wide eyes and its curls puffed up at me almost like a cat who’s ready to attack. i ran away and never came back but you returned night after night in the glass mirror.
04 Nov 2015
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: ancestors, blue, bones, burn, burning, chapbook, daughter, fire, heat, humans, indigo, life, maternal, mother, motherdaughter, olive, personal, photo, poem, poetry, pores, prose, relationships, sadness, skin, sky, sun, sunshine, sweat, veins
The sun burns my skin. It is hot, strong, and smells of fire. I cook, I bake, I let the rays from the sky shoot into my pores. I sweat. I burn, I tan. I am bronze, I am olive, the color of my grandmother, the color of my ancestors.
I look down at my blue veins, the same ones which run along my mother’s thin hands. The blood inside pumps, thick with vengeance, thick with the sadness that I try to escape from. I fail. It lies deep in my connective tissue. Indigo lines connect to my heart, connect me to her.
The sky is aquamarine, with cotton clouds that float effortlessly. I try to look up, but the sun blinds my eyes. As a kid, I tried to look at the sun for as long as I could stand. I was amazed by the fire, the light, the burn. The heat warmed my chilled bones.
Somewhere, Lil is looking up at the same sky and looking down at these same veins.
14 Oct 2015
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, black, blue, cold, colors, comfort, dust, flowers, green, leaves, life, lost, love, nature, personal, poem, poetry, pull, rain, relationships, remain, seeking, suction, sunflowers, tornado, twister, vacuum, water, yellow
never used the room we had
to grow sunflowers
instead, it rained
drenching your curls
green filled the space
but yellow never surfaced
lost in tall grass, i cried
you rode the leaves into sky
winter came, all was barren
your breath chilled my bones
i sucked in your air
like when you vacuumed
yet crumbs, hair, lint, and dirt
i lay on black carpet
with a blue heart
you stare with black eyes
whirlwind of dust drags me
all the way back to you
09 Jul 2015
by Melissa
in Uncategorized
Tags: 100wordgroup, addiction, connection, crab, distance, drowning, humans, life, love, ocean, personal, poem, poetry, salt, save, shell, tide, waiting, watching, water, waves
you
brought the
blood
and home-
made salt
it stung
when you
pricked me
with that
dirty
needle
I gargled
salt water for days
while you
watched
dehydrated, I
waited
for the
water
from your
veins
shriveled up
on my
bedroom carpet
salty
water
pour
ing
from my eyes
you watched,
you waited
current
takes my
flimsy
body
pulls it
with your tongue
lifeless
like the
shell of a crab
who sheds
exoskeletons
from
time
to
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