Beneath the noontide sun I wait, scorched my thirst calls to you and I cannot quiet it. I’m wrecked by knowledge you’ll bathe me again, bleeding into me as you shred on my sharp edges. Gulls mock my anguish with their lofty cries knowing your death is my birth and vice versa. Such is my... Continue Reading →
My poem from Morality Park
ravenous wretches in.
Inviting emerald pinions
Heartfelt affections swell.
Succumbing to fateful baiting,
cradles jaded dreamers.
Lofty gulls cry a lullaby,
plundering misplaced trust.
Consuming yearning burns below
Casualties of love and ocean;
©Copyright Maggie Lawson 2018
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I cannot grieve this blink of absence though simple mind aches having faded the minuscule mountain I now stand in shadow of For an ageless time I waited bundled and bound within myself tangled by all matter of things; a seeded womb in abeyance sheathed by hopeless breath cold potential slept; still-eyed dormant dreaming clouded... Continue Reading →
Yet I hang in the balance of exhaled breath waiting to be drawn in, close. I hold on loose gripped for the briefest time then escape on a long sigh Truth comes, climbs on me heavy moves in a slow crawl across my skin. I shrink weighted remembering when it ate me alive, bones crushed... Continue Reading →
Published by PSILoveYou Sitting at the table with needle and thread, I’m eyeing the pieces of you, cast like discarded clothing, throughout the room. I move from scrap to scrap, gathering muscle, sinew and bone, laying out the pattern of you in my mind. My tears run freely at the sight of self-destruction, hitching a... Continue Reading →
my roots scale upward unhinged ivy reaching for sooted skies; requiem of a shadowed life dying to live these supple sinews thrive feeding on solum start deconstructing my destruction; a bushfire birth I have dirt in my eyes and ashes in my mouth but feet feel ethereal freedom breach-birthed I walk the heavens with a... Continue Reading →
I wonder if black holes grieve as I for blazed trails and spiraling companions and cyprus vines that looped our limbs when we danced through astral fields; dared to smile. Are they stained by death as I now left to hawking my wares to woeful passerby's the lack of which cloaks in gelid mourning.
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Can I say it, pull the words like teeth lip gripped and held tight? I'm thrashing walls and smashing lies in an effort to get some goddam light into this place because I'm done! I'm done being without you Don't get me wrong now I still hate chick flicks and prefer axle stands to jewelry... Continue Reading →