I lose my breath for the ways we wept
Carving our chains from the sorrows we claim
I curse my hands as they build my plans
The coffin sized for me that I lovingly heed
Each step towards my death I shriek as I grin
I cannot stop mourning even as I descend
Why do we not cease all this clamor and doubt?
I know what will save me but I grieve anyhow
We built our own tomb-traps but we gild them and stay!
filling the rooms with silver decay
Floating our corpses in gold-blood and gloom
We’re certain this death will not be the last
We’ve died so many times in the past
Sometimes the greatest poetry…
Rage, silent storm;
Is the absence of any.
The quiet, heavy ladled
Only over the story..
You would tell, but refuse.
Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.
You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.
It took a while, but I realized
You’ll never be gone. Not one ounce
Of your spirit, or joy, or love
Has vanished from my life. Not one
Of your presence
Has left my side.
I know who you were, and who you made me, and how you kept the loneliness at bay for so many
It’s accepting now
That I can never truly lose you
That will let the healing begin.
Someday I’ll see you again
We are all a dime a dozen
Count our sorrows, compare our suns
Nobody matters, not you, not I
We seek to cut the gold from our eyes
Usually, there is cold.
Ice and deftness, dexterity and chill.
But when the slow-deep comes, the fire
Lights in her hands. The warmth spreads
Through her veins
And cradles her heart. It squeezes
Like a vest, like a binding
The current carries her away.
She flickers out for a time
And the warmth
Stays; the tongues of flame
Lighting their own way.
a tentative hope, wildly young
springing to life! wonderous knowledge
i can see by the stars, though they burn on my skin
i would rather be hurt by the truth than the wind
the pressure of wondering finally gives in
i don’t have to wander through THESE QUESTIONS AGAIN
I will not let the thief take away my sunlight
I will not give in to the shadows or the bleeding
Nausea creeps in but I will stand claimed
Nobody can curse me when the Star-breather says I am Named