the air of the chimney – whips
mocking tales of fairy endings
creations of the devil
tempting us all
to one more day
of wishes, suffering, happiness
My heart, the elephant
of my fate, broken and painful
stumbling through this journey,
without a herd,
without a lover,
I walk through hot coals laid for me
by you, singing my skin, you stare,
until I burn, you turn and go.
But I am the strength
I need in your aftermath
to rise again.
And if you should see me;
but know you cannot stay,
please do not look in.
The kind of heat that turns you to dust
leaving souls weighted in bones
picked a part by crows
that heat is still better than a reality
wading through the living dead
watching as the radiant fled
Should a broken angel
offering what is left,
curl in to the broken pieces
of his wings.
Everyone wants a poem written about them until it is…
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall have already forgotten you.
I am so envious of Pablo Nerudo for having written these two stanza’s before I got the chance… #hero
Fall again, nature’s efficiency satisfies me
with the consistency of sunsets I no longer watch
still I might like to see one more
the crisp air stinging my face
leaves crackling underfoot
air expanding in my lungs
feeling again, one last time
a regretful reeling of every mistake
every love misunderstood, every path not taken
the sensation of winter’s loss
sends a chill through my core
of the constant anticipation of spring.