Day Sibley

Your Hand Holding Mine

After Yellow Days

A grew soul, purple and blue
But I think I’ve found something in you
You hold my hand so close between yours
All of this time I always thought it would be your hand

Holding mine
Oh, holding mine
Oh, holding mine
Oh, holding mine
holding mine
Always thought it would be your hand
Holding mine

For these days I just count the hours
Oh, shape shifting boy in all of those scours
You hold your hand so close between yours
All of this time I always thought it would be your hand

Holding mine
Oh, holding mine
Oh, holding mine
Oh, holding mine
Holding mine
Always thought it would be your hand
Holding mine

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Psalm 96:9 wyc

He dances to the
sounds of our prayers as they
travel through the wind.

Rebirth of Love?

The constellations

were never aligned for us

to cross stars again.

Untitled Ninety-three

Do you love me?

There was a plea in your eyes

a choking sob

you caught in your throat.

I always thought I would be the one

to ask you those frightening questions

of doubt

insecurity.

The plan was never for anyone to get hurt

I’m sorry

for the pain I will cause your heart.

How cruel of me

to ruin a beautiful day

under the sun.

Learn It and Weep

trk. 2

broken bond when one
lies of little things they lie
about everything !

— Day Sibley

Learn It and Weep

trk. 1

Never compromise

dignity for the sake of

likability.

— Day Sibley, Learn It and Weep

Cardiac Arrest

June 7, 2017

vibrating body
waves of light
suspended air
disorient sounds
this is what it feels like to die.

— day sibley, cardiac arrest

When You Get the Rejection Letter

Rejections, after Lauren Elma Frament

In a year of taking a break from submitting, I almost forgot how tedious sending your work to publications can be. You put blood, sweat and tears in revising your work to death before sending it out, and boom! You get the big “no”.

Sending my pieces to lit. journals had come in small blessings, usually unexpected. There were times my pieces fitted the theme of the journal and I got the boot. There were times I would cry and question if I should write at all, some I didn’t care.

Which is to say, you shouldn’t question whether you’re a good writer or not, there’s plenty of journals worldwide. It’s one of the scenarios where you have to push yourself. It’s not going to be easy–it’s really frustrating to be honest, but it’s part of the journey being a writer.

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