Creative – Page 5 – Ishara K. Agostini

December 20, 2012ishara No Comments

Dear Beloved

An open letter to
everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.

I am still sorry.

I fear that you were just the

first in a long line

of men I will be

all too willing to bury

my loneliness in.

II.

Now that I’ve figured

that you wronged me, I am not

ready to forgive.

III.

I loved you more than

you knew, but you were still right:

it was not enough.

IV.

I have learned what the

infinite tastes like but

I still haven’t learned

that people can’t be

fixed because they
aren’t broken,

or that I deserve

better.

December 17, 2012ishara No Comments

psychosomatic

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i’ve grown accustomed

to the pain. in your absence

everything else aches.

December 10, 2012ishara No Comments

Gossip

for D.

With the righteousness of youth

I convinced myself

That sharing whispers

-of your weight

-of your diets

was made nobler by the secrets

(my secrets)

you’d spilled like ink.

Indelible,

Unforgettable,

Unforgivable.

But ink fades.

December 8, 2012ishara No Comments

Salt

I dreamt of salt

and woke with my mouth watering.

I dreamt of salt

and awoke in a blanket of sweat

and the scent of the sea

clogging my nostrils.

I dreamt of salt

and woke up bitter.

October 3, 2012ishara No Comments

Going With The Tides

A Haiku Pair

Loneliness sometimes

lingers like cold in your bones

and damp in your soul,

even when the tides

that washed it up have long since

moved to other shores.

September 15, 2012ishara No Comments

The Inaccuracies of Poetry

(a Haiku)

It wasn’t the whole

truth, but half-lies can be more

honest anyway.

September 15, 2012ishara No Comments

Letting The Sunshine In

Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path

And my windows are stark in comparison

Too high to show into my soul

Where my bare windows make more sense:

That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon

Falls directly on my sorrows

And is the only thing that reminds me of home.

August 24, 2012ishara 1 Comment

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

On the Distribution of One’s Heart

(A Haiku Quintet)

I had given my

heart to someone who

didn’t

know how to hold it.

Instead, they cradled

it like an adolescent

with a stranger’s

child:

awkward and uneasy,

with a fear of falling

head first and snapping.

I gave my heart to

someone who didn’t

quite want

it and was surprised

when they gave it back.

They said to keep it

safe, but

their fingers left

bruises.

August 23, 2012ishara 1 Comment

Chennette

I was born like a chennette:

My green mother-

sliced open down the middle,

And me- squeezed out.

 Pink, sticky, sour.

August 21, 2012ishara No Comments

Drowning

Drowning

(A Haiku Pair)

I am drowning. You

have oversaturated

me, but I need it.

You overwhelm me.

I gasp for air but choking

never felt so good.