As autumn whispers through the trees
A chill wraps me up in my memories
Muffled cries, shadows cast
Echoes f a close past.
The fallen leaves dance in twirling hues
Filling my heart with bittersweet blues
Each shuffling sound, a haunting call
A reminder of the rise and fall.
......
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
......
I know my strength
I just forget
My endless walk
Through valleys of fire
Loss of unborn lives, lovers, friends.
I know my worth
I just forget
My treacherous journey
Through mountains of ice
......
you think that you are strong
but i see right through you
your heart is a glass shell
hollow and empty, a ghost in hell
you wear your coldness like a badge
but an emotional fool is what you are
because you think that you are strong
when really you are not
you think that you are brave
......
I've been looking for you, searching the pews.
Awaiting your voice to tell me what to do.
It's 3 in the morning and I can't feel a thing.
I’m fighting my demons, but on the cusp of defeat.
Weary souls can't catch a break.
We can't catch up; we are cursed by the snake.
Aching and yearning for the Devil's debate.
......
As autumn whispers through the trees
A chill wraps me up in my memories
Muffled cries, shadows cast
Echoes f a close past.
The fallen leaves dance in twirling hues
Filling my heart with bittersweet blues
Each shuffling sound, a haunting call
A reminder of the rise and fall.
......
There he is...
On his biz
Unbothered and untethered
After many pernicious pulls and tainty tugs
And so many ghastly grabs and sheisty shrugs
After huge stretches with hopes of breaking
And so much tension, pressure and shaking
Every time!
......
I am awake.
My mind, a murmuration of starlings.
Unsettled;
By grief
By love
By the weight of tending to others.
I close my eyes and
see it falling.
The snow,
......
Her fragility was always the fore-front,
branded incapable by the incessant lots,
never did they know the turbulence,
that she passed through once and once more.
A curse set by the age old,
eyes tinted by biased remarks,
her body had scars and bruises,
of fights that were known to the dark.
That heart pumped with a vigor,
those fingers adept with swords,
......
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......