Living Like Me

Can laughter really be my medicine?
A simple cure,
For great agonies.

Only fools are lucky to be born.
Where ignorance is paradise,
Living is as simple as a breath.

For the sake of your beauty,
I hope you never wake up.
To see and know, that we are all
Drowing.

Open mouths, gasping for air
Desperate to breathe,
Desperate to reach the surface
Where the sun extends it's hands
But we are so far away.

For the sake of your joy,
I hope you never know pain.
There are those like us,
Who already died
And can see the ghosts in each other
Residing inside.

For the sake of your peace,
I hope you never become
Only the shell that carries your gentle spirit.
When gutted and empty:
Only Apathy.

For the sake of your being,
My lovely, my dove, my love.
May you never, never
Be me. 

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby

Stifled

Have I told you?
My silence is worth gold,
Small breaths for shiny stones.

Don't give credence to my
Thoughts and fears with
An utterance,
I'd give it all for a stifle.

My hands over your mouth
My eyes speaking into yours,
Begging, pleading,
Not a whisper, not a word.

Because it's easy to say it all.
To loudly proclaim all of my evidence
With thundering echoes,
That wither away at my resolve.
My last strength weakening at every syllable.

Iambics for refrains that beat at me,
Couplets that break my legs,
Prose that collapsed me,
With a heart rhythmically thumping
At every accent and emphasis.

And there is nothing left to save me.
When all is spoken,
Your words invisibly carved into the wind
That will howl in my mind forever;
And repeat to me over and over
The day the way that I died.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby

Devoid

Because when your eyes hollowed out mine,
There was nothing left.
Nothing left to feel,
Nothing left to see.

Shadows that used to form
Under the brilliant sunlight
Now disappear behind the smoke,
Between the dark and the dawn.

Where I stand, where you don't see me.
Where I breathe,  where you don't hear me.
Where I weep, where you don't feel me.

Because there was nothing left of me.
When the light in my pupils dimmed out,
Two flames blown out by words you breathed,
And now two holes are in place,
Where you used to see me.

Two open graves,
Where you used to reach for me.
Two empty rooms,
Where you used to play with me.
Two hollow tombs,
Where you used to love me.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby