My wounds remind me that he is still present

Brought memory to my tears

And turned hearts into jilted crescents

Soft upon my groans

He made rigamortis shift

And threw wind to my broken bones

 Vacancies

Where spider webs scaled empty tombs

 Sad and troubled 

Still tryna’ fill this depressed room

Heart cold upon my floor

Chest pressed heavy against our martyred door 

I am desperate for these broken bones to be restored

An aching in my groans
He made rigamortis shift
And threw wind to my broken bones
Vacancies

Soft upon my pain

Harnessed

Heartless

Broken

Beautiful

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/braile-poetry

I wish

 

I only wish

 

I could write something beautiful

To tame the unsettled beat of my heart

To bring together a union

I push this away before it gets a chance to start

I wish I could weave these vines

And never wish we were crossing into unchartered territory

 

Imaginary lines

 

Beautiful was a stone

That tossed pebbles till full grown

My eight by ten outweighs my pin

Writing keeps the dark away

But I long to see you again

Hearts desires often imagine my wants

The journey is deserts away

Leaving claw marks through this hunt

I lose myself in these vines

Eyes so heavy they become part of mine

And we lose ourselves in this beauty

 

Pregnant

With love

The snow blankets me

Covering me with its ice

Heart melted in cold

This mans hands came already framed

He had hair so beautiful every lock had its own name

If I were blind the lines on his hands would have felt me a story

He carried me through this journey

He took me from 19 to 40

From disgrace to glory

From a nightmare to a bright morning

There is power in a touch

From the second he graced the room

I swear I felt his rush

There is power in a touch

It means nothing to you

But to me it meant much

So I ran home after the poetry slam and listened to the best of Kem

And naturally I wrote a poem about him

His hands were like magnets that rotated themselves on my blades

He was like a glade plug-in that lingers

Leaves imprints but never fades

It was his prolonged rhyme

And his clock like broken hand

But still made time against me

It was his prolonged rhyme

And his clock like broken hand

But still made time against me

 

AND WE GREW OLD

IN A RAINBOW

OF COLORS

Buildings rain grey skies
And rainbows play word games
Giving us unspeakable names
But color will never touch us

 

AN EXCERT FROM: https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/07/19/together-random-thought-2/

I wonder if you knew

That you have one of the most exciting mannerisms I’ve encountered in this physical Dimension

I’ve said it many times before

And I’ll say it 1000 more

I wonder if you knew