Poetry Pieces

Poetry Pieces

I knew I should've written it down; 
I lost my thoughts again

think I was right thinking
too much into it

I float
I exist in the tornado

eyes once searching,
now vacant lots to a
dilapidated building

I like your brokenness.
mine, 
just as deep.

I am waiting for the floor to crumble
the ceiling to collapse
not knowing which step is final
which ankle will roll this time

like coffee is my bloodline,
I'm nervous everywhere;
waves come crashing, no
stillness in the waters today

for now, I'm perfectly happy
being not so happy about
being not so happy

(1.27.18) 

Reagan Fleming

A Poem About Words

A Poem About Words

Isn't it amazing how
   beautiful words sound together? 
   Alone, they are nouns, pronouns, etc. 
   but together, now there's something
   different.
   Words can inspire. 
   They create a burn in
   the pit of
   your stomach. They
   cause you to
   act. 

Or at least have the longing to. 
   Why don't we go off of
   feelings? That's something people
   have tried to overcome.
   "Don't be led by feelings.
   Follow facts and stats, those
   set in stone."
   That's all you can trust,
   now isn't it? 

(4.27.17)

Reagan Fleming

Completely Uninhibited

Completely Uninhibited

Before it began,
we set up the room
with some balloons
and streamers draping
all for a celebration
of the birth of
someone worth
celebrating.

We danced like the friends
in that wallflower
movie. 
Because when we danced,
we danced without a care,
even though dancing is so
unlike me.

Minutes in, 
a voice said I'm
making myself a fool.
Yes, I have two left
feet, but I chose not
to listen. So we
danced together and
out of sync
to our favorite music.

We're bad dancers with
good jokes - 
rhythmless comedians. 
But in the end, although
imperfect,
that night,
it was memorable.
It was perfect.
It was when I felt
completely uninhibited. 

(4.28.16) 

Reagan Fleming