Rekindling
I had reached the end of another road, and held a sheet of paper that declared ‘success’ which meant nothing when I reflected on the memories I had made; photographs and polaroids andsnapchats of nights in and days out, yet you were in none of them. A Bachelor of Arts degree in my grasp, yet it felt cold and rough when I did not see your hands holding it with me, perhaps then it would have felt...
Oh God
Oh god I never knew That the pain of losing you Would leave me so alone So afraid, the world becoming A darker shade. I always wanted To find a way to make you see That I was worth loving Making my way, my way The only day I ever saw That my way wasn’t it, at all Was when you found me deep inside The mask I used to hide behind.
Woods of Green
Time casts a shadow on my heartAnd I wake wantingFor colder hands on my fleshFor sleeping woods to wakeWoods of green, pleaseDo not tempt meEchoes ring back andI cannot forget I was a mother hereSeason of mythsFloating in this noon of timeLike dreams come untrueI wake wantingTo be a mother stillI see the moon not in the skyMy mouth as I speak its nameExceeds itI am left with words:Split me in t...
Dawn
I read you the soft call of morningbut it does not take.I want to wear you,a mirrored woman in the darkness sobeautiful in a moon‘s parade.I seek out eyes like flames andpity the ashes, now risingbecause dust will not settlein this hour: no longer mine,and you are everywhere.You drive the moon where colours sleepnaked, force darker imaginationon moon-lit waves curled upinside me.
I am parched;I...
The Blind Man of Bethsaida
Well-worn fingertips of unfamiliar handsbrush his eyelids with something slimy.A dead nerve at the front of his braintwitches into motion:dim fingures move like trees.Then these same new handstapping eyes againand again.First thing fully seenis the imprintof a man's fingertipsin the dust at his feet.
Just friends
Only two more hours Til I see you againAnd what then?How am I to begin?Hi?After our tragic goodbye?Hello after watching that flame burn out and die?I’ll say “how’ve you beenWhile I’ve been away?”After I decided it was betterNot to stay. “How” is what I’ll sayBut what I’d like to ask isWhy?After all this timeDespite how everything ended-When I pretended That we would lastAnd then ran away-Far an...
Leaving Town (Nothing to Declare)
I’ll pack up this life at last.It all fits nicely -there’s not enough to strain against the seams.The lid slips neatly on, and there’s no needto sit on it to get the zip to close.I’ll pack up this life at last.I’m only slightlysad that I can take it all so lightly.I’m sure there should be more to it than this -no goodbyes, just a decision: time to go.I’ll pack up this life at lastand wrap it ti...
Beauty and the Heartache
His words are watered downWell rehearsed and diplomaticI used to look deeply into themWonder if there were words Hidden between other wordsOr worlds inside of himLike hidden doors to NarniaSome layers and layers of stardust My imagination came up with And bestowed upon himThe magic I thought of as himI realizedMust only be in me That’s both the beauty and heartache of itDanielle Morris
Dylan
College daysOn the streets of Louisville6 years ago.4 feet hit concrete,They weren't scared to know.Not scared of much,But the incessant craving to touch,And the need that is a youthful rush.Be still, It will come in time,In a new world whereThere is no reason or rhyme.Across the country, present time,Feelings aplenty and sundry For we made the distant climb.You in the army, me in recovery,No ...
