I am hopeless within it
folded and creased
reformed by its oragamic sway
Suddenly I am art
Beauty
revealing a delicate grace
once hidden in my vast corners
Organically I am changed
by its skillful hands
it knows which edges belong together
which pieces to tuck away
I am guided to take form
as a masterpiece
Refashioned into something
original, intricate, impossible
but for its mastery
As deep a slice can go
Without nicking the bone
Gestating old emotions
I thought I had outgrown
So comical the turn
I’ve naught to do but laugh
Always trudging forth
On so elliptical a path
I know not who I am
I know not what I know
A pattern deeply rutted
So upward I must go
Can’t say I haven’t learned
The message all too clear
Now it’s time to ascertain
If I’m really here
Just another face
Inside the spotted glass
Disappearing
Hazy with smeared kisses
From beautiful women
An unwashed commingling of strong bonds
And stifled pain resurfacing
If you are ever here
It is wise to bring someone
to tell you how beautiful you are
For the honesty of such a place
With its chipped edges and grime
Will make the scars rise and the tears threaten
Punctuated by the sizzling, flickering light
Reminding us
this is what we are left with
Now choose your favorite bit of scrawled wisdom
And go
For the next look is always the hardest
Come through the falling veil
And rest below my eaves
Let’s watch the puddles ripple
And track the gutter sailing leaves
Let’s each find our own rhythm
Within the driving rain
Then play them for each other
And see if they’re the same
Let’s watch the drops of water
Burst upon the street
Then rejoin one another
Where the sloping crossroads meet
Let’s find a drop to fall with
And dare to take the dive
Let’s dance within its sheets
And like the blossoms, be revived
You are the craggy crustacean
Upon the silken sand
Waiting to squeeze with your vices
You are the lone splinter in a rich wood
Hoping to snag the most tender parts
To pierce and linger
To drive deeper with your pain
You are the invisible rock in my comfiest shoe
Making my confident gait
A wretched hobble
You are the smudge on my glasses
Narrowing my view
Blurring my hopeful horizon
You are the drip of sweat down my back
A squirm inducing sensation
Waiting to leave your squalid stain
You are one word too many
A devastating crash
Rendering kindness an insincerity
You are good intentions spoken from ignorant mouths
Adept at both annihilation and blissful oblivion
Patting yourself on the back before crowds of fallen faces
You are ruin
My magic is quiet yet powerful
Always living beneath the surface
Though I have since forgotten the incantation
Its shimmer plainly seen
Clearly felt
Encroaching unexpectedly
Suddenly you are warmed by it
tossed about in its swells
Afraid and excited
Comfort within calamity
Its mystique to be feared
And honored
Its enchantment is endless
as am I
Perhaps I sit too long in my desires
Like a warm afternoon in the sun that twinges my skin for days after,
Like devouring sweet juicy oranges until my throat burns from the stinging citrus,
Like reading one more page before bed and stoking my anticipation
Until hours and chapters have flown by rendering my book read and my sleep meager.
But the force of my blood as it races through me is intoxicating and much safer the a
Souped up car on a city street,
The thudding of my heart is much sweeter music then all those awkward conversations
That tend to ring in my head,
And the dreams that smouldering energy can foster
Far outweigh the dark and anxious terrors of a typical night.
Perhaps I sit too long in my desires
But what can one expect from a girl raised on fairytales
It was then I realized
I wanted seawalls
And sandbags
While you wished for the torrent
To wash you away
Just for the chance to make a new you
Again
You had no idea how deeply I felt
I had no idea I had hidden it from you
I chose to feel your cruelty rather than my guilt
For somewhere deep inside
I knew the next wave would wash it away
The hard edges would become dreamy sea glass
The muted jewels of the sea
The carelessness of man
Made beautiful
With friction and time
Worn down in the waves
So a clear view of the world couldn’t hurt us any longer
Each wave thunders upon the shore
To sync up our hearts to its rhythm
To spare us the rampant drumming
We force upon ourselves
By falling in love
I am haunted
my imagination a spectre
ever clinging
Each scenario I dream
A conquest
A treacherous mountain
yet unmastered
and oh how that yearning spirit
begs me to climb
The density of moments
The kind marked with gasps
Or hard swallows
Those that sink you into the earth
Or tear a gaping hole into reality
The light of the present
A distant dot
As you fumble along
Dark disorienting walls
The jagged wounds
Of realization
Breathing through smoke
Hearing through water
Even tears won’t come
Until the present returns
Searing, blinding
An apocalypse of personal proportions
That make the world seem a synthetic cover-up
A foreign wasteland
Sucked dry of its beauty
As if dashed upon rocks
Seemingly impossible to rebuild
with the scant shards left
The Mewriginal 