Tonight we are very proud to have our first featured poem for NaPoWriMo 2015. This poet is very talented, and he has this ability to create a poem that really sticks with you. His poems have always been impressive, and you all are in for a treat tonight. Without further ado, here is the one, the only, Jeriko Rose:
A Hopeless Romantic Coming Clean
16 is when I said yes for the first time
to love, to sex, to queer
yes to weed, x, and beer
and to my mother when she asked me,
“Are you still my son? I don’t recognize you anymore”
That last yes was a lie.
I was no longer the son
she raised into the sky every morning
with music more beautiful than the songbirds’.
Instead i was addicted
to a hypnotic, demonic, bubonic tonic
that spewed sewers through my veins
and skewers through my dreams.
There were craving rats
where my blood should have been
and my brain looked so much like moldy swiss cheese,
that I couldn’t tell what was real and what was rotten.
It took 6 years for her son to set,
down the drugs, and come home.
When I first got clean,
I felt Ripped like Van Winkle
torn from the delusions of perpetual sleep walking
and greeted by the pyrite eyes of my regret,
reflecting my deepest desires for a different past.
See, self forgiveness is something that I found ridiculously difficult to swallow,
Fuck rose-colored glasses, I rocked the
Self-obsessed, cesspool of expired sorrow shades.
But then a buddy of mine said something sublime… gave the David in my heart courage enough to face the Goliath of my regret
He said, Forgiveness is the release of all hope for a better past. Yes.
I was choking the present by trying to breath life into the past
To breathe in forgiveness and have any hope of victory and recovery, I surrendered my last vice… His smile.
his anesthetic smile
my own personal jesus cocktail
warming, soothing, and verrrry forgiving.
It wasn’t long after
he slipped me that first grin
that I became hooked on the juice
from his upturned lips.
I drank him in like bacchus.
Never quenched, perpetually thirsty for the happiness he poured into me.
But my tolerance grew too high and his too low.
And we slowly withdrew until all we had left to say was a word we promised to never to utter
And long after he had gone,
I was still hooked on the first time we said hello.
Hopelessly romantic. I needed to let him go,
by saying yes instead of no.
Yes to the hopeless romantic who has finally found the sobering honesty to say to him.
Countless are the times
that I looked into your wild eyes
and felt the Love that no language
can fully describe.
Only now can this magic meet my tongue to declare:
We are destined,
fated, reincarnated lovers.
The first time you kissed me
ancient music awoke the cells in my heart
that have always been beating for you.
We are the earth and moon
crashing into each other,
recreating the borders of our bodies
and typographies of our souls,
shifting oceans of emotions
and moving mountains of pain
You forever changed me
and I you.
I’ve done all I can to let you go
and I can still hear your heart beating in mine.
can still feel your fingers tracing the freckles on my face
can still hear you making animals noises to convey your emotions.
This is why I don’t have to miss you all the time,
You’re still with me.
Wherever you are,
I send my spirit in the winds to kiss your cheek
and my heart to whisper in your ear that you are so loved.
I hope you hear me
I hope you feel me.
and I hope, like my mother,
the next life or time in which you see me,
recognize me again.
and you will say