Me & Christine
Me & Christine
A piece of my heart is buried with you, anxiously beating below the sand and soil where you lie.
I kneel next to your grave desperately needing to dig my way back to you.
Maybe if I can retrieve the other half of my heart, you'll somehow come back with it.
Our memories have no rhyme or reason because my heart lacks any consistent beat anymore.
Nearly every ounce of its will throbs tiredly remaining buried beneath the ground, as it rests in the shadow of what was left behind when your soul left your body.
-kalika
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Pensacola
a pen to hold us in the summertime
where nature speaks and colors rhyme
sunset reflections across the shoreline
a day well spent to restore my mind
holding onto vitamin D daydreams
while my joy basks in sun-ray beams
and peace blows in with the cool breeze
time froze the devil in the deep blue sea
the ebb and flow; matter in motion
feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing
the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean
chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing
swimming below waves as they break
beach volleyball games well played
in red bikinis while drinking all day
a place far enough from home to escape
carrying sand between my naked toes
buried in the land of a world unknown
where water cools and the warm sun glows
there’s no better place I could’ve chose
-kalika
You Can Find Me
all the commentary’s unnecessary
when i walk with those not at rest;
so i sit at the cemetery
when i need to clear my head.
they say death is hereditary,
so i don’t fear my final breath.
there’s peace in being secretary
for the thoughts left by the dead.
you can find me laying by mounds
beside the freshly dug up dirt.
i’ll be listening to the sounds—
witnessing silence go unstirred.
i stare longingly up at the clouds
wondering why i’m still here on Earth.
this’ the place to bury all my doubts
to pack down all my fear and hurt.
-kalika
-kalika
