Early Morning Musings Part IX: Level Me Out

I rise and fall

I am gradient

Tilted, tailspin

A landslide of heart and flesh

Not pitch perfect

All slant and downgrade

Of teeth and hair and memory

Crashing hills of caved-in scars

Precipitation in a desert of desires

A rock in the dark foundation

Staring up at the sliver of light

Through a crack in a sagging floorboard

Leaning, learning, level me out

I claw for inclination, for groove

For fiery ascension

Happy Friday, everyone! ❤

(And to my wonderful, beautiful blogger friends who care about me – please don’t worry, there’s nothing bad going on, I just had some burst of inspiration touching on a subject like this this morning. Maybe it’s the cold, and the snow.)

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Early Morning Musings Part VIII: Pieces of Me

I am small
I am boxed up
compact
put me in the corner
in the one marked
sloppy like last year’s
Halloween decorations

gray coated
damp as the earth
after Sunday’s rainstorm
I am leaving the surface
all must and mist and
smoking ashes
piled high as wet leaves

I am damp I am
crumbling into tiny
cardboard pieces of me
on the side of the road
the end marked up is
staring hard at
the ground

Early Morning Musings Part VII: Ringlets of You

you faded in
a brushfire
ringlets of you
swirled downward
like hot confetti
kissing the dirt
with memories
on your lips
I kicked aside
those ashes
licking
at the soles
of my shoes
they were the
color of the moon
and fell apart
too soon

Early Morning Musings Part VI: The Escape Artist

I slip past
the lining
of a golden
ending
suspended somewhere
in
be
twe
en
nestled into cracks
in the system
tearing down
the concrete
high paced
death
machines
I am
breathing
faster, faster
now
it blurs
a mesh of
who I used to be
who I used to
know
sooner or
later
I’ll sink into that
soft earth
swallow the ashes
let go of the
knowing
feeling
smell
of it all

Early Morning Musings Part V: Forest Fires

you burned
through
me
a forest fire
in our
house
I tried to
untangle you
a series of knots
and bows that
twisted perfectly
into
place
you grew thick
I blinded
through
you
running in
reverse
to put you
out
to stomp you
out

Early Morning Musings Part II – In This Twilight

pouring in
this twilight
faster now
tearing through the
cracks in
my skin
a silent
matter

I’d always wondered
what it might feel like
bursting from the
inside
out
into a million
tiny pieces
a handful
of confetti
thrown into the
wind

it doesn’t matter now
the forgotten birthdays
the breaths
the silk
of you
we will remain
behind broken glass
still frames
stained walls
somewhere
we don’t know
anymore

Early Morning Musings

It comes in waves
this sleep, like lightning
pulsing in moments
cut into sections
behind dark curtains
the glow climbs through
I tear them open
to find you
still here
slowly I sink back in
no pulsing, no clockwork
just the beating
just the moving
falling
rising
falling