Wadley Poems

Shedding Skin

She visited me wearing new skin.
Finally revealing 
that she was afraid to fall.
Throughout life we're all confronted
With moments like this at some point.

At first, I didn't recognize her.
Shades of her old skin peeking through.
She coiled into my arms.
Finding the warmth of my chest.
The memories that I tried to block out 
Welcomed her.
No longer neurotic, but initiatic.
The skin I remember.
In search of something 
I didn't readily show.
Feeling that it was too easy.

Her eyes heavy, in need of sleep.
Accustom to mistakes, she wandered.
When I realized it was her.
I hesitated.
Ready to meet her with a million 
questions.
Her new skin softer, a bit warmer.
Anxious but no longer afraid.

She fell into my arms
Revealing that she's 
searched for me everywhere.
Turning my dreams upside down.
"If this is the only time I am happy again." She said.
"I want to spend it sleeping in your arms."

The Valley of Your Smile

My fingers are a boat,
Navigating the river of your skin.
Through the bog & long blades of grass,
I picked for you a bush of roses.
In the hopes of making you smile,
Wandering away with thoughts of you.
The kind of peace brought soon
as I see your face.
Though the sun has yet to rise
I’ve sunk down in the pores of your skin.
Searching for the best flowers I can find.
Day after day
Night after night.
I’ve dived & I’ve sunk
Curious of what I’ll find,
At times I didn’t want to leave.
My fingers free to roam the curves
Of your body with nothing to tie them down.
Your body a wave gentle & smooth,
Guiding me to where I sought
In mind body & spirit.
Through the bog & long blades of grass.
I placed all the flowers I found in your heart.
Wild & free
Tomorrow, I’ll return to do the same
To watch the sunrise of your cheeks

First Contact

It's been so many nights
I've scrolled down my contact list
& Highlighted your name.
So many nights you've crossed
My mind and never left.
Wherever you call home
Wherever I call home.
Places I thought we'd never go
Desperate finding our way back.
You're name a direct reflection
Of the sun,
My finger an eclipse.
Unknown to the philosophers
And professors who study science.
It's been so many nights
I've scrolled down my contact list
& Your name has shone bright
Like some shooting star
Searching for something it's lost.
Knowing our history
You'd have to be there to have
Seen it.
Without first contact,
I miss you every time

Mid-Sneeze

I've never had anyone look
At me the way that you do.
The first time I saw it, I tried
To catch it but missed.
Much like a shooting star
Fast & fleeting.
I remember the look on your face,
The pieces of gold shone by the light.
Your eyes, they do something to me
In my collective thought.
They break down an insane amount
Of answers to questions I've never
Thought to think.
I've never had much luck when it 
comes to money, but I can imagine
the amount of fear that makes
someone insane off the thought of losing it.
Today, tomorrow, always.
To look up and see your eyes,
A not so hidden pleasure
Fast & fleeting.
Out in the open and still somehow
manage to miss it.
The second, third, as well as fourth
I plan to catch

Volcanic Wildfire

Now I am certain of nothing
But your existence, in chaotic disbelief.
The scurry of feet patter down the path
Of the avenue & city blocks downtown.
As beautiful as you are dangerous,
Now open to the world around you.
A fiery ship intentionally dragging it’s
Anchor in obsession.
Not knowing how or when to stop.
The smog of smoke eases its way down.
We all were told to evacuate.
What is this place?
What is this promise made anew?
Some days are better than others,
The stars blend in with the search lights.
At times it’s hard to tell which is which.
I stand in both shock & awe.
It looks like the sky has split open,
The closest I’ll ever get to the sun
Not knowing how, or when to stop
You’ve always been familiar to me

California King

California King


My bed may not be as large
As California or have a blanket
As deep as the ocean.
But it’s comfy and shares
The same view as if we were there.
When I am asleep with you,
Everything becomes ideal.
One of the best feelings the universe
Could bestow.
To discover a slice of heaven beside you.
A spoon finding it’s way
To the big dipper, in the same
Lineage of how I see you.
We stargaze with our eyes closed,
Watching the stars bloom like flowers
In complete comfort.
The urge to explore further,
A simple look, a simple smirk
Head nestled deep in a pillow.
The aspirations of becoming an astronaut
Become that much clearer.
I blast off & everything becomes dark
My reflection staring at yours beneath mine,
Until I see your face spread wide
Across the moon.
Happy and safe,
My voyage is now complete

Paying Attention

A lot of the time It’s not easy,
Finding someone that can
Finish your sentence before
You can finish your thought.
Someone that appreciates the things
You care about.
To breathe life into you
When everything else feels
Exhausting.
A lot of the time
Vocal gets exhausting &
The physical is just that.
Sometimes,
You run out of words.
A mantra that only the soul understands
& heals with no further explanation,
To be understood in authentic bliss.
Bilingual as the stars and the wind.
A taste the sun unravels to the moon,
For better or worse.
It’s amazing how some of the best pictures
Happen when we aren’t paying
attention

Time Passes

When I dream of you
I dream of the times we travel
To other worldly dimensions.
A familiar touch to otherwise
Unfamiliar territory.
You calm me in the sense of worship.
The catalyst of Buddha
Listening to Nirvana grunge rock
& eating pop rocks.
If by some reason we get lost,
I’ll wait for you.
With perfect faith that you’ll come back.
No matter where you wander off to,
I see you.
Big or small, night or day.
When I dream of you
I unravel myself in you on distant shores.
Not afraid of the darkness or the light
Vulnerability brings
But simply at how quick time passes
This realm or the next

Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightening, sealed in a glass jar
Fumbling about with nowhere to go.
Exhausted, we conducted ourselves
With a slight curb of enthusiasm.
Sprung to life with the slightest touch
Electric current twirling forward, then back.
Sparks igniting beneath our toes
Traces of where we've been crackled.
Sizzled in a flash by the dark spot of glass.
We were irresponsible in the abundance of each other
The glass soon stained by soot,
Purified by the euphoria of what came to be known as climatic.
Every taste
Every passion.
Soon exploiting what came to be known as each other.
We polluted ourselves with the taste of each other
Becoming the overcast beneath the top of the jar.
Surrounded by absolute dark.
The way I saw the universe in her eyes
Laying beneath the night sky surrounded by acres of thought
Vast in length
Breathless in thought
A jolt of vibration quivered in heart

Fail In Love

She was a traveling soul.
The galaxy resting above her nose.
I'd sit & stare.
Wondering where the stars would go next.
Both young & in love I let go.
Tracing together swirls of color.
The planets all together aligned.
Definitely in love with no where to fall.
It hurt when she'd look away.
I'd lie to myself everytime.
A traveling soul with crescent eyes.
Where will she go next.
Would she bother looking back.
I'd genuinely gaze to fail in love.
I could feel her forget.
Traveling one place to the next.
At one time I saw the universe whole.
Myself reaching for the telescope.
She's nowhere in sight

Digging

I've dug my words beneath
Your skin & found layer
after layer of why your eyes
Often drift over a sea of thought.
It's quite beautiful there,
Your own private getaway
Where you can dig your toes
In the sand and sit in peace.
You've learned to let go &
Not look back.
I've dug and found at your feet
The taste of true expectation.
I've placed my kiss in your sand
A million and one moments, shifted
And granulated in memory.
Somewhere I've misplaced my shovel
And learned patience in just being.
I've left a piece of myself to always
Remind you

Label Everything

Over the course of a minute,
Nonetheless a single hour.
We say a lot of things.
Some we mean, some we don’t.
Although sometimes meaningful,
It’s the things we don’t that are most
Pivotal.
Not everything we think is meant to be
Said aloud.
The silence in-between hugs
The silence between arguments.
We hoop & we holler, but at some point
This urge to label everything
Must cease.
We laugh, we cry
However silent, these still impact
Us the most.
The intimacy of a moment we’ll
Never get back.
No matter how many times we
Try to recreate it.
Although sometimes meaningful,
It’s the things we don’t that are most
Pivotal.
No matter how much we say
What we want,
It’ll never be like the first.
At some point it becomes misleading.
This urge to label everything must
Cease

Sunburnt

She sprawled out across the sky, bored,
Perfectly sun-kissed.
From a distance she could fit
In my hands.
Day, the name we hold dearest
Day, the name of the memory I placed 
her above all else.
I too, lay sprawled out, beneath her.
The intensity of how she makes me 
feel,
A region I know well, sweltered & 
swollen,
Without walls or halls to contain the
effect she has on me.
She took my hand & gave me the gift of
her presence.
My heart but a burning bush from this 
intense percussion, this rapid sensation spreading steadily, rapidly.
A giant in my eyes.
I've climbed the highest building & 
collapsed beneath her.
Black & wilted,
I am the wick without promise of 
tomorrow

Valid

At times I sit & wait for the sun
To uncover all the things about you 
that for some reason or another I cannot say.
For every thought I've had about you 
I've written down, torn out and swallowed 
in the spine of a different book.
One covered in flesh and parted by the red sea.
One day you'll find them.
When the sun rises and the wind is high.
You'll see all that passes.
One day I'll be full and have no choice 
but to sail in a buoyancy of water.
One day you'll look down
& See a reflection of me bottled up.
When the sun rises and is full and at it's  peak.
All will be revealed.
You'll be so overwhelmed
At how beautiful broken glass shines in the sun.
If only for a moment.
I too am valid

Truly Meant

She dug a hole in the earth
& buried her heart where no one
Could find it.
Through my tongue I have dug
And excavated through a person
I thought I knew.
A region I still travel both known and unknown.
Through ancient wisdom & modern text,
A known philosopher of over 500 texts.
Though I read tirelessly, I lost sense of direction
Through hieroglyphic palpitations
Circa the first breath taken in front of you.
She dug a hole in the earth & filled it with dirt.
A language lost and undisturbed.
Her heart a eutopia, massive & hidden
From history.
Through hard dirt and torn tongue
The tip of my tongue struck something soft
& compromising.
Alas, I have journeyed to the center of your chest
& survived.
Through dirt and torn tongue, here we lay
Fossilized in the center of your chest,
Until everything rumbles
& your heart spews through your chest
Like lava.
Only then could we live again in a region
Truly meant for us

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