Nomads harvesting wildflowers 

The edge of a forgotten gravel road.

Sweeping strands of quilted opportunity 

Cherishing their allegiance to the wind.

Wayfaring the stars 

Daylight children 

A rose dressed in thorns.

Roaming abandoned fields of peace

Sleeping in blankets of solace. 

Lasso the rabbits for dinner

Soak up the rain for midnight 

These gypsy dancers sing their life away

Just to love you the way you need.

Sometimes, I do not see me,

like a bubble in the sea

a displacement of watery

reality- effected simultaneously

by the things I do being me

drifting in defiance of gravity

to the surface of another reality,

an altogether different kind of fluidity-

the rest ... indistinguishable from me;

not a displacement, but well and truly free.

You cannot deny 

the inevitable climb

of a bubble in the sea.

-M.E.

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I relapsed today

As if shit weren't bad enough

I sliced my skin

I sliced my thigh

Welcomed back by

The sweet release of pain

The familiar scent of blood

The brief shining moment

Of floating.

I'm sitting here ashamed now

I cover the marks from myself

Yet my fingers keep searching

Until every welt has been caressed

Every mark bears my pain

So very lovingly

[Investigators use maggot growth to help them identify time-of-death. I've read that the maggot grows 15mm in one week. From it's point-of-view...The Maggot Consoles]

15 millimeters ago I was invited by your departure

Rest easy, new friend, your story is safe with me

He won't be walking free - count on it

On dew-kissed leaves we lie in meshed silence

Rest easy, new friend, your story is safe with me

Damned be the dark soul who hastily discarded you here

On dew-kissed leaves we lie in meshed silence

I'm not leaving, you won't be alone

Damned be the dark soul who hastily discarded you here

He won't be walking free - count on it

I'm not leaving, you won't be alone

15 millimeters ago I was invited by your departure

~ dMarie

Gnawing creature; 

Gremlin, fiend. 

Eaten alive --

Internal mortification. 

There is no escape, 

Though I run

Through landscapes

Barren and immense. 

You are hot on the trail. 

Never forgiven, 

Never forgotten. 

You will be the death of me, 

Past, present, future.

Guilt holds me, 

Ensnared. 

When I close my eyes

What I see is no fault of mine

When I close my eyes

I see what I'm looking for; peace, hope, reassurance

When I close my eyes

I dream of genuine happiness

When I close my eyes

I inhale the sweet scent of Autumn

When I close my eyes

I hear the gentle caressing leaves 

When I close my eyes

The sun spreads its warmth over my cold heart

When I close my eyes

I believe in  better days

When I close my eyes

I hope everything will be okay

Venom seeps into the bones.

waves of ashes, crumbling stones.

thrones unmoved by times mighty hand.

all washed over by the sand.

hearing the cry's of the lost wisp by,

squeaks of mice, as old board's sigh.

towers of majesty reach for the sky.

Weeping old trees recoil there charm.

Fleets of birds sound the alarm.

Hurling Rain reaps its threads.

Thoughts of years past as the darkness spreads.

Swallowed by night.

spinning is the compass, well in sight.

I stole books from the library in 7th grade.

I think the librarian knew it was me.

She smiled at me everyday.

Looking back now,

I think she was happy enough to know,

That someone was actually reading them.

-J.L

Cadillac fantasies,

Moonlit dreams.

Fireflies danceing,

Over wandering streams.

Radio playing,

That Johnny Cash sound.

Cigarette in hand,

No worries to be found.

All alone on a dirt road,

Just my thoughts and me.

Things become blurry..

What could this mean?

The meds wear off,

Things aren't what they seem.

With a white room this lonely, 

You atleast have to dream..