i shrug the night from
my shoulders
looking instead to what burns
bright upon the morning-
losing, leaving behind,
letting go
these pieces of past
that lingered like broken glass
upon the road-
my feet are free from those bits
of memory that dogged them so…
yet, while the sun may rise again
into this unfolding path of light,
i remain still within the quiet
of what held me fastened,
to appreciate the beauty
that resides within the painful
lessons leveraged upon
my soul
and just for a moment i find
that peace
in accepting it all
and letting go
Tag: nature
just a joke
just a joke
my face, my heart, my untethered
fleeting fate;
the folds of time that keep
this flame burning;
this life in its entirety…
just a joke
flying, falling, burning, rising
all just the same boring
proposition that leads
me back to the same place
within the heavens-
so why are these tears still
falling?
there’s nothing left to fear
as all that was, is ripped from
me…
i am no more
but a joke to behold
i thrive on the falsehood of
my illusions
and tie my heart to a failing
sun and waning moon
smote upon the ground
i am sometimes unwell…
i sometimes suffer at the hands
of mental abandonment,
and when this force of logic
is untethered from my reality
i am destined to crash
after i fly;
broken bones, shattered emotions,
chaos around me
burning all i’ve built to the ground
as i fall into a deeper darkness…
cycles of my mind swirl
like falling leaves within a tunnel
of whipping wind;
impossible to follow;
ripping at the frayed edges of soul-
until all that was, ends up smote
upon the ground
into the light
oh! this heart, so full with the
fear of pain, it closes
behind the borders of a false
wall; pretending to be protected…
pretending that it’s unaffected
by the storm that only grows
outside and behind;
how illusion blankets false
hope for freedom-
leaving unresolved, troubled storms,
emotionally brewing;
hiding from your soul’s torment;
afraid of shadows that cross the room;
constant worry blocking, building, punishing
until death implodes
and steals away the freedom to decide
to hide-
and all that could have been disappears
again into the light
Haunted heart
i am lost to the tides
that have changed direction;
the moon’s sway moves my heart
as words, unintended, strike
at the center of me
and brandish a cold sword
of hate from within the darkness
of my pain…
would that I could dissolve into
the earth and let go of
all that makes me shiver so,
and release this haunted heart
back into a place where it could
do no further damage
willingly
pounding head, aching heart
nothing left but sorrow…
fallen pieces of what could be
linger now like broken rainbows
upon the floor-
and of this heart, i cannot speak,
the pain has choked the words
that might have explained my
broken dream…
though the sun shines, and birds
sing, and all that was good still
drifts upon the waves of fresh
and pretty air
my dungeon is in darkness
that no one can see
and here I remain willingly
metallic rain
cold, hard, metallic rain hasn’t stopped
falling in days-
so obviously different from the sounds
of summer’s thunder, warm and soft
to touch, full of breath and life;
now this piercing rain, uncompassionately
lands heavily upon this heart of mine,
each drop a reminder of distant pain,
hidden from sight, blackening the very
heart in which it clings…
hateful falling rain, tearing at the wounds
of time, mocking the very fabric
from which it stings-
there is no shelter from these sounds
of the past, echoed now within
the prickling drops pouring down
outside upon my windowsill
sanity
lost… lost… this mind
is lost to the echoes
calling me backwards,
dragging me to some
inane spot of time
that lingers in the backdrop
of painful memory …
unwilling to be released
and fighting against the hands
of time that slowly click
away the moments of morality,
this heart suffers at the sword
of thought that refuses to let go,
and will not give in …
this unending tug of time,
that cannot release the soul
from suffering,
weighs with each tick
a little heavier
upon the chest of my sanity
Shadows
silver dawn creeps between
the trees, playing hide
and seek with the moon;
as squirrels dart frenetically
around with acorns in their
teeth…
while dusty summer holds on
to what remains of light,
autumn will soon give way
to darkness, as she swallows
the morning and encourages
the night…
oh changing seasons, so indefatigable
in your constancy!
this heart of mine longs
for distance from the shadows
that darken it so
but just as winter steals bits
of day, so must we delve into
what lingers in the darker
parts of ourselves…
maybe
maybe i remember the low,
cold feeling of concrete
where i lay, sleeping…
maybe i remember how the ground
felt under my feet as i made
my way through tunnels of pain
to end up in that same place…
maybe i remember the room
and the peeling paint and the
ripped wallpaper as i stared into
the distance pretending
that you cared and i was safe…
maybe i remember how you left
that day- as if i was trash to be
thrown away…
maybe this bent mind would rather
forget you and that place and the
broken pieces that linger still
behind my face
the SIBYL'S SONG 