The moonlight falls onto my skin,
Silver and rippling
And I feel a semblance of peace.
I close my eyes
To let it all in
And let it all go.
My eyes glisten
With the reflection
Or tears perhaps.
I find I don’t care which.
Because peace is precious,
Peace and a certain kind of silence.
Not the lonely kind,
The suffocating kind.
Just the silence of calm.
I allow myself hope for a moment
That everything could be ok,
That I might be ok.

the roses are dead
the violets are too
if you want to join them
i'll come with you

Which way to go
where dost thou
waters flow alone
is black colour
is life a lighter shade
of grey remains frayed
burnt at the edge
dismayed plagued
memory strewn astray.
I say I say
Jump into the melody
absorb the dance
become entranced
life is a romance
an enchanted chance
a test at best, jest.

©️JMCole

I make my own soup and I kiss my own boo-boos,
I tell tall tales about love, hell, and voodoos.

I cover up my sadness with jokes, smoke, and malice
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?

God and I have a pretty tight relationship
I talk to him every night when my fingers touch my lips.

I throw my bones at dogs and contort my soul for fun,
Chewed up, spat out. I’m just like everyone.

-SLuR