poem – Page 6 – nathanael.ink

July 14, 2023

on poems and writing poetry

i was told that poems do not have to be any good
i haven't written a good one              ever since

Blog, Poetry

poem, poetry

July 7, 2023

he asked

will we live again?

i don’t know
i said
but there is some reason to think so

he waited

it’s just that sometimes when i love someone
i get a feeling that i am them
i just haven’t been them yet

i have seen myself in clouds and trees
and, i know, i am not them right now
so, it seems, perhaps i have already been

and do you love me?
we asked

and we don’t know
and will know
we will know
eventually

Poetry

childhood, children, faith, friendship, love, meaning, poem, poetry, Preschool
June 30, 2023

maybe they won’t

sleep
or smile all day

maybe they won’t remember
a single thing I say

maybe their letters won’t improve
maybe their friendships will come and go

maybe they won’t listen
maybe they won’t line up
maybe they won’t sit down
maybe they won’t shut up

and maybe none of that is so bad
at all

maybe what they, and all of us, need
is just a place to be
safe
and know
that there is space
for us and every feeling and every
every need
and everything we bring
into today
at least
they’ll know (I think)
that here, they knew
that they had space
for every feeling
and every need

Poetry

childhood, children, poem, poetry, Preschool
June 14, 2023

good for

“I don’t have to make you happy”
it starts

and every thought since then has been
“why not”

and every thought since then has been
a tiny drop

a tiny drop on the well established order of
“I could never make anyone happy”
& “I am good for nothing”

I do not know how these became the standard model
(that is not my business)

but doctrines of complete depravity
I do not think helped

“I don’t have to make you happy”
it says

& “no one is asking you to”
replies

& what this respondent does not know
is that I already know no one
is asking for
me to do

anything
for them

as I said, they are already certain
I am good for nothing.

Blog, Poetry

christianity, depression, faith, god, grief, loss, meaning, poem, poetry, theology
June 12, 2023

I wanted to be a poet
writing at nap time
while the kids all sleep
but they almost never sleep
and I almost never write
even when they do

I wanted to be a poet
rightly admired
but they almost never sleep
I almost never write
and when I do
I do not
admire
any
of
it

Blog, Poetry

children, poem, poetry, Preschool
May 29, 2023

how carefully he asked

how carefully he asked
if I’d be here when he got back
he’ll keep the feeling cards
to share with his sister
Mad
and Frustrated
Happy
and Sad
he’ll try to express himself
without huffing at dad

but in our whole conversation
of feelings and needs
of words we can use
instead of our screams

I still can’t get past
how carefully
he asked
if I’d be here

if I’d be here
when he got back

Poetry

children, poem, poetry, Preschool
May 10, 2023

my reasons to live expire
like ingredients you buy for a meal you never make
my reasons to live expire

and I,
my blood and bones,
expire too

one just has to time it right, I think
to die before our reasons do

I’d hold out longer
if I had any reason to

I’ve run the calculous
over and over now

that nearing me is painful
so what better way to keep everyone who loves me
at a safe distance

I have a language that I can speak
but it isn’t english

by the time I go to work tomorrow
I’ll forget why I haven’t quit

I’ll wonder, like I always do,
why they ever settled for me in this position

and I’ll decide to do what they always wanted
but never knew how to ask for

I can’t afford lunch
I can’t afford lunch

my lease is up
I can’t afford lunch

the descending lit up numbers of the elevator
I’m trying to see some daylight

it’s overcast
I don’t know what to do with my cats
I’m trying to see some daylight

every crack in the pavement collects little rocks in them
I’m trying to see some daylight

the beautiful Nigerian on the sidewalk
we barely scrape some eye contact
they are barely not starving to death
no exercise of gratitude could cancel this

I’d like to starve to death, once
to know, finally, what it will be like
for the universe
once we string out

the shirt I wore is too warm
these big headphones, too warm
I want to starve to death
I’m trying to see some daylight
I can’t afford lunch
my blood and bones
expire
and my reasons to live
and my reasons to live
too

Blog, Poetry

death, depression, grief, loss, meaning, poem, poetry
May 9, 2023

“need” @church

“need” @church
decrypted means
some % of me
belongs some % to
them
& the crown I have to bow
to in gratitude… // say
“you made me fearfully and wonderfully
& broken and depraved”
from 1/2 our mouth “you love me”
and 1/2 “you hate”
and in one voice “I deserve it,
you despise me,
& I hope I live forever

this way.”

Poetry

christianity, faith, loss, meaning, poem, poetry, theology
April 19, 2023

(this experiment still didn’t help)

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Poetry

Art, death, depression, faith, grief, loss, love, meaning, philosophy, poem, poetry
April 15, 2023

the luckiest glimpse

when we become
when you become
so tired
so completely // unambiguously tired
& it (our energy) expires forever
our facade falls
our bodies lay
our faces
our faces slip
and the lucky
the luckiest of us
will catch beyond
behind
(what is behind)
what we call ourselves
the luckiest catch
some reflection
of our exact
our energy (our lack of it)
& let our face slip
our body lay
facade fall

& the luckiest glimpse
it // and never wonder again
where our beauty is

Poetry

faith, god, loss, meaning, philosophy, poem, poetry, Taoism, theology

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