To mend a broken heart after grief
Is to stitch it full of scars
Never beating the same
Never loving the same
But always hurting the same
When memories turn to shards
To Mend a Broken Heart after Grief
Persona to Hide
Calm and collected
while I’m shaking inside.
Courageous and brave
when I just want to hide.
What I display to you
is what I want to be.
My persona is a cover
to hide the real me.
Colossal Rage
Thousands of windows
Beat white in the golden sun
Thrumming against the quakes
That erupted the city like clockwork
There, the colossal poleaxe
Threatening in the giant’s hand
Swung an arc 20 floors deep.
The city’s cries were silent in the giant’s ears
For all he heard was his rage
Spin Me a Conundrum
Spin me a conundrum
A question of sanity on a thread
Twining in my nightmares
Twisted moods of dread
Motives complicating
The answers nowhere near
Driving touch of lunacy
To make the Game of Fear
A Nod to My End
I nod to the end of my life,
whenever it may reach me.
For I am ready to travel
to worlds far beyond the stars.
Not Talent, No.
Pieces of her writing and and words shove me through the page until I am there and have to blink away the vision, shocked that words could grab me so. Not talent, no. But the ability to craft a reader to a writer’s soul.
I actually wrote this about an author whose book I am currently reading. I am not done reading the book yet, but I hope the ending is as beautiful and as grasping as her writing. Let’s give a shoutout to the artists who inspire other artists and keep the magickal flow of passion dancing in us all.
Book I am reading: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
Paint a Feather
Paint a feather
into my soul
So I may fly
And be forever known
Starts with one
Until it grows into wings
Paint me a feather
So I may be free
From a Vulnerable Place
This week has been a very vulnerable week, as I write this from a different state about to attend a funeral. From the recent death, all the rejections I’ve gotten so far, and dipping my toes into a past that threatens to drown me, I would say that it has been challenging mentally. I tried to find a poem I have done in the past this morning before having to get ready that didn’t sting and burn to the touch of a thought, but the only one I found was one that I thought fits well to the day I had yesterday.
Resentment inhabits me from so long ago.
Alone. My family’s eyes boring into me.
Always the outcast.
No one by my side.
I never want the same for you.
Kerf in a Forest
She was a greenhorn
who made a kerf in a tree
but little did she know
the forest wasn’t pleased.
Eyes were all watching
hidden nearby
All could care less
that she was told only lies.
Sent out to awaken
the monsters of the leaves
but little did she know
the demon she unleashed.
Sorrows of Failure in the River of Dreams
Lost in my River of Dreams,
warring against the current that propels me in directions I don’t want to go,
I drown in sorrows of failure, but have glorious breath when my face rises.
I hope to reach a time where air is a given
and dreams become the land where I can walk.
May we all reach that land where we can live out our dreams and not be lost in the river forever. Keep fighting, keep rising for breath, and keep against the current that tries to pull you under.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 