at times things work as they should

falling smoothly

into their natural state

but sometimes

and more and more

these days

they fall out of place

I need to know why

I reach my hand under the cavity

a hollow chamber

don’t scream

open your chest

let the hand slip further

ten layers of skin

I slide my fingers

past the ribs and count my bones

all here,

no reason to dread

what is really fear?

the blood still flows

you’ll be okay

someday child, someday

I touch the tissue just under my lungs

a pumping muscle beats

I heard that word before

people describe it as a heart

describe the motion

stretch and expand

repeat

stretch and expand

stroke the matter

but careful, it feels

a purple heart shows its colors

too obvious to hide

it’s soft but wrong

damaged tissue likes to bleed

why is the floor all red?

remember about the lungs

rise and fall

again!

rise and fall

oxygen soothes the pain

the purple color infects my veins

but I have to stay strong

pick up those pieces

you know what this means

I tell myself a simple truth

about that once crimson flesh

that if it was blue, it would be too late

but the blood still flows

and the core still beats

because there ain't nothing wrong with purple

when you need to heal

*

Going

where the action isn’t …

away from crowds

& care

where

no dust settles

at dusk—

but rather

with dawn’s first air.

Maybe it is the nights spent alone that causes such thoughts. Maybe it is the voice in her head that tells her she will never be enough. Maybe it’s the shadows she sees mocking her that causes the pain. Maybe it's the people she cares about laughing when she went. Maybe it's the reaper that tells her she doesn't deserve death. Maybe it's the heart in her chest that was ripped out of her long ago. Maybe it's the soul inside her that speaks the truth. Maybe it was and always will be her eyes that can see past the masks and the smile that leaves her crying on the floor each night. Maybe it's the world no one dares to look at that leaves her feeling so alone. No. It is the world that left her alone gasping for air when she was only three. The world that decided that it made a mistake at first glance. It is the world that decided to tell her nothing more and nothing less than reality.

I wish you paint the sky in every shade of darkness.The plums and ebony that remind me of your starlit eyes, giving me hope in a world filled with shadows that don’t belong with me
For the Gods never called them home. I’m chasing ghost, in a cemetery I created, burying all the letters my heart refused to send home. 

I fail to realize my own body has become my tomb, stitched on broken promises and thin thread. Digging my own grave, one breath at a time … Inviting darkness because I don’t have the courage to stand in the light. 

I pick up my shovel and remove the earth from my feet, leaving the dirt marked for my soul. Two twigs , one promise and all the ghosts. 

Too tired to continue down this path that leads me back to expectations, only to blow on the flames and create fire. Dusting myself with smoke and regret, reliving life and everything I cannot forget. 

Find the moon , under the crying sky
Kissing the sun and this place goodbye. 
Leaving my heart on the altar, reclaiming the plot in which I lay. Bringing tears to cheeks, licking lips and saying …
Sleep sweet

#poetry