Poetry
Sometimes, in order to break through your own mold you’ve molded for yourself, you need to take in your surroundings. When I was writing this collection, I took in what I had and where I was, and how it was an analogy for where I was going, and reflected what my life was like at the time. It can feel like you’re drowning in darkness, but sometimes you need to swim through that darkness in order to find the light at the surface. All of my pain went into these poems. It was fear of losing what I’d gained, and fear of losing everything all over again. What I love about navigating life is showing those fears who’s boss. I’m the boss of my own destiny. As you read these poems, I’d like you to read them through the lens of someone who is lost. If you’re lost, too, I hope they help you find at least a little bit of yourself.
The collection itself is of a 93-poem length spanning different ideas, troubles, issues, and lifetime woes as I tried to find who I am today.
This collection will be available in an ePub and PDF on Armida Warrior and Etsy as a zip file, containing both versions. Available to read on all eReaders, including computer reading apps, smartphones, and tablets.
Bleeding Throat
bleeding through my throat
tears gather in my eyes
bile a red I’d never
seen in a toilet
swirling round
hair falling out
nails turning ragged
bleeding through
my throat
bleeding through
my eyes
sitting up
I breathe myself in
My body, all that’s
left
Slithering Heads
Light head
leads light hands
weaving a snake
through a river
curving over logs
slithering through
currents
becoming water, noise,
and swimming
through and through
to colons and guts
light hands
lead a light head
Weighing Palms
Heavy eyes weigh
in palms, too heavy
to carry,
sitting in my pockets,
weighing me down, too
heavy to lift off
the ground
jumping off cliffs, I
hear the sound, my
screams echoing nowhere
and everywhere
until I no longer
exist, nobody
saw what they
could not see
Stringing A Mouth
string fraying as I grab ahold, what’s
missing is the smile I cling in my
hands
skin blisters, bubbling in my
mouth, clenching teeth as
I cling to a smile
smile in my hands
smile in my mouth
holding onto nonsense
as the tongue does touch
and my fingers
do breathe