Sitting in my car
Publix sandwich on my lap
Snow Patrol on the stereo
Or the Fray
They always spoke to me in those moments
Those moments were I was a girl of unrequited love
Hoping one day you would find me
-b.e.
Tag Archives: reflections
Aviation
Waterfall of pink
Over cool rocks of ice
Sweet taste of summer
Splash of bitter notes
All for my benefit or detriment
A few hours worth of numbness
an evening’s full of peace
-b.e.
Who I Am
i am not limited by your perception of me
i am who i am
and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out
to learn what is me
and what was forced on me by you
what was carved into me by you
it’s been painful
to peel back each layer
to question what i thought was myself
and find out that it’s not
to discover me
the pure unadulterated version of who i am
for that i will be forever grateful
-b.e.
Censored
I’m done censoring my thoughts
I will no longer explain myself to make you feel better
I said what I said.
Anything after that is on you.
-b.e.
Where is Home
When you ask me about the house I grew up in,
I’ll ask you which one and where
The perks of a military child.
Seven houses by the time I was 15. All the same in walls and doors
A place to call home at the end of the day
But which one really is home? I’ll never know
For that moment in time they were where my heart resided
But even now when they say “you can always go home”
I can’t
It’s not home anymore not as it once was.
I’ve grown and time has changed me
It’s just a house I used to live in now.
-b.e.
loose edges
anger and sadness
weaved into a complex fabric
draped across my heart
frayed loose threads
just waiting to be pulled
Silence
today words come out better on paper than out of my mouth
a mood where i know speaking will only make it worse
a day i know that the silence is better
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It should have been you.
But it wasn’t.
And now I’m mourning a relationship that never existed.
-b.e.
Emotional Typewriter
I’m too angry to write.
The feelings are there, but the words escape me.
Gritted teeth, the forceful tapping of fingertips.
Absolute frustration exploding from my thoughts.
Incoherent strings of words are all that’s left.
And then, a gasp,
A release of coherence, calm and collected.
Words untangle the mess of emotions.
Words give an identity to feelings otherwise trapped.
Words begin to manifest peace.
-b.e.
Poems in the Dark
I write my poems in the dark.
Tapping away on the dimmed phone screen.
The tiny computer in my pocket holds my deepest thoughts.
Soft music lulls my children to sleep
While I type away my thoughts
Feelings of the past, moments in the present
A passing phrase or word floats in my mind
Until it finds its way through the keyboard to my notes.
My babies tucked in their beds beside me.
My life, my inspiration, my thoughts all float freely here.
I write my poems in the dark
It’s where I feel the most like me.
-b.e.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 