Quotes and poetry by shoobie

From time to time

Isn't it strange to think that you were yourself, untouched before I knew you? Then we were inseparable. Now we sit inside ourselves, once again.

Before I met you, you were clean shaven. On our first date you sported a moustache. It pricked my skin when you kissed me. I can still feel the burn on my neck.

I don't know much about the rest of the person you were before I met you.
And the person I knew doesn't exist anymore.

I shrugged, pushing it down down down the lanes in my mind.

Then it blasted open when I saw a picture of you on Christmas Day with a clean shaven face like the one you used to have before I met you.

Because that's it isn't it?

Life goes on.
And we get mad when we don't go with it.

shoobie 72w

Two: rebirth

I went to a Tarot card reader last week.

I got the death card first.

She said I shouldn’t worry, that it doesn’t mean I am going to die, but that I already have.

What now? I asked her.
Everything was (un)done.

Now you are turning sorrow, laughter, and pain into a new type of being.

Of being? I asked her.
Of living, she replied.

Of existing? I asked her.
Of growing, she replied.

shoobie 83w

I am a river:
I am your mother's laugh at Thanksgiving dinner
I am the back of your lovers head
I am your first wobbly steps to kindergarden
I am the crumpled sheets of the poem you wish you said
I am your heart, hardened
I am your eyes full of stars
I am your best freind's front door
I am the old sweater you left in a stranger's car
I am your soft spots
I am the ones, sore
And it never stops, it never stops, it never