The Shadow Of Trees On A Ceiling

Soul In The Melody

Soul In The Melody – A Poem

Daylight savings time — 5 AM
The sun rises up over the Cascades
And I imagine the world to the east.
Kept awake; your smile is the spark 
The soul in the melody
The flame to a lantern
Hung high inside my heart
Exposing sheet music and poetry
Pulling it from dusty forgotten shelves
Of time, memory, and the unspoken
Hidden by darkness for so many years
Helping me find where I lost
My box of matches 
During all that darkness 

Monday, May 9, 2022

In the America I knew you loved me

But that was years ago

Before we saw the future

Before we were wise enough to know

That it had all been an illusion

One that in many prefer to stay

But I could never exist

If we were to continue that way

Some dreams are meant to be broken

Just to shake ourselves awake

Few things can be truly healing:

Surgical wounds; unpacking heartache.

Once this morning fog has lifted

And the world has enough data to go

I’m here to pick up my pieces

Of destruction unintentionally sewn

Bones – A Poem

Content warning: may be triggering to those that are experiencing emotional or traumatic struggles. Reader discretion is advised.

Photo by Sebastian Hages on Unsplash

She started smoking again
Feeling bones by finger curls
And the nauseating hunger
For someone to understand
The hard lumps under skin
And the satisfaction of a visible scapula
Under the crushing, suffocating, smothering
Weight of ten pounds
Against the pull of Earth’s gravitational force
When the greatest ally against one condition
Becomes the pain of another
Hoping that at the end of this cigarette
She will find the cremated remains
Of her claim to have it all under control


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