Little Bird Poetry

No one will ever know me except in a reflection of who you were once.  Not a single flame will ever burn brighter than the fire you lit within me. No one will ever know of a version of me that will not carry the weight of the love that we lost. Not any man who desires to speak to my soul will be able to do so without your name escaping my lips. Your memory shall either dribble from the soft part of my lips like the sweetest ambrosia, or claw its way through the soft sinews of my cheeks, escaping from between ivory bars. The sound of your name shall either be sung forth in hymns of joy, praises being to the way you once loved me, or it is to be a cry that emanates from the deepest of my hollow depths, never to find refuge or comfort in the ears of another. You are both the gentle moon, who's rising baths my inner gardens in pale blue light, allowing me to step in confidence and the sudden wildfire, set by another's lack of care, destroying everything that dares enter a space you...

 The fluid swirls A concoction  A perfect design by woman It hisses as it stirs No choice as to when it is to be consumed Only the dread of knowing it’s coming Components of one’s own design Even though the end result is evident  No one wants to be questioned as to why  One lets the glass sit As it seems all those around it are being emptied No one blinks as they sip  No one cares as they choke No one sees the bodies of those who could not handle it Why would they “They’ve done it to themselves.” But in reality We have no choice but to gag on their own mix Of the perfect poison

 Breaking of bone Under pressure misplaced I cannot waiver I cannot break There is too much to be done. Better to be alone  Or to be alone with another How do we make that choice To bear the load of two Or fall deeply into the pit alone That’s the real question. Why try so hard to push a boulder That only desires to roll down the mountain  It does not realize it’s crushing me And does not try to stop the fall.

 They float all around me The words I left unsaid To the person who deserved to hear them They stare back as if to mock me Biting at my ankles Nipping at my mind I place them on a shelf  Of items I can’t bare to look at Maybe due to my own regret Or the shame they reek of They remind me of you Of the ones I share not a drop of blood But cared for me nonetheless Of the ones who loved me when I was unlovable But saw the bark instead of the bite  Of the one who cared for me When I couldn’t do so myself Now I fight the emptiness they left behind  Knowing it’s selfish to run after them Begging them to return  I reread all the words they did say Knowing I have no one to blame but myself  And that I dug a grave I have no hopes of clawing out of.

Flesh greets pavement Moments after enjoying the view The first feeling in a long time Air rushing between teeth Forcing fleeting tears  Begging them free  Yet the eyes never perceive the height Only faces of the lost  Flash into the mind's eye Of the things that have come And never came to pass Who feels the rushing air What sense is that When the conflict of unprocessed transgressions sting instead Where have they gone Where did I go Why mercilessly tear skin  When the whips fashioned from "what ifs" can operate themselves? Choosing the sin of self suffering Is easier than coping with the transgression of self indulgence  One can still fall to their knees to beg for resolution of either decision  Finding peace falls not in to the lap of the perpetrator  Perpetually sending one into the same spiral over and over  Once more and once over The cycle never tires or rests Nipping the heels of those who do not heal Although the descent is straight forw...

Petals flutter over delicate eyelashes Flickering flashes of color Yellow wisps Slide over dewy cheeks Landing haphazardly across the red clay Flesh thrashing As pale skin Gains a ghastly color Crimson tints  From behind boney gates Knees hitting the ground  Greeted by heavy gags In vain efforts To dislodge the rest Like the words unspoken They're trapped where the air gets in I cannot breathe

Running through the woods In the morning  So early The stars have yet to be chased off by the sun Yet late enough That the moon has hidden herself away My head so turned My eyes so strained at the heavens My neck throbs with the anticipation of want  The anticipation of a storm that has yet to rear its head I catch a root Twisting my ankle My spine following suit Is it twigs  Or delicate shreds of life Being snapped Have I snapped? Hands frantically claw the damp soil Has the rain come and passed? Electricity jolts through the roots of nerves I'm shocked to feel the pain How has this happened  As it always has Time and time again Panic sets in I stop She has stopped Only to see the trails of her past feet Having passed this way before Broken limbs Lives Scattered as the many stars in the sky Doomed to this endless hunt Where has this pain come from I dig my claws deeper As I drag her We crawl across leaf litter In the same ditch our feet have formed As I'm not sure w...