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JM Cazemier Feb 2021
Thoughts in flight
chasing you down
in the clammy air
of the night.
Black winged,
in memorial dress,
to mourn old times,
while I swallow
every memory
of you.

When I drift off
in the night,
to your buzz,
I won't dread
your bite no more.
And as I rouse
in the morning
with an itch
I won't even scratch.

I'm weaponizing my mind,
beaks and sharp vision,
to devour memories
before they bite.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
I wept so violently
My right eye oozed
and migrated to my cheek.
I frowned so much
my face shat-ter-ed in pieces.
A remembrance of the light,
the girl that was before,
in yellows and whites.
Parts of me are smoke,
my fire smothered out,
the ashes of a girl,
all greys and blacks.
I sat utterly distorted,
poetry on my lap.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
My eyes are broken.
the soul windows won't open,
I want the morning sun in,
but they won't open an inch.
A bird is confined to my room,
thinking about its impending doom
in vain its beating its blue wings ,
while of unspoken sadness it sings.

I need the windows to be closed,
my rooms is to the rain exposed
but they won't stay shut tight,
the bird in my room has died,
it starved to death on my floor,
there is no pain inside anymore,
but still there a blue bird sings
and a symphony of sobs begins.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
Trust is a feeble thing.

If a tiny little bird,

falls from a sheltered nest

and drops into your skirt,

eyes still closed in rest,

take it like a savor.

Cover it in human scent,

no longer mother natures,

for you it was sent.

If you let it pass away,

it's a mothers heart break,

it's the body of betray,

burry it in the worst ache.

Lay her precious flowers,

decaying white roses,

innocence's dying hours.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
Standing on tippy toes,
you keep me in pursuit.
Make my head spin,
pirouettes for you.

Every twirl I look at you,
fixed point, but still dizzy.
I'm the eye of your storm,
eyes going to the centre.

I haven't eaten in days,
stick thin ballerina.
Ribs visible through skin,
heart closer to the service.

Sweep me of my feet,
I can't walk anymore.
Feet all blistered,
bleeding on the floor.

We are like swans
with interlocking eyes,
necks forming a heart.
We are new found lovers,
white feathered innocents,
so new to the dance.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
I will admit it,
I'm the best liar.
A smile for you,
don't  worry for me,
even crack a joke,
old me would do.

I won't ever flinch,
statue of grace.
I'm not in pain,
I'm just stretching,
we all get tired,
I jawn and explain.

I will do the task,
soldier throught it.
I can do it myself
even when I can't,
so you think me better,
that's all I want.
JM Cazemier Feb 2021
I bought flowers today,
tulips in a vase,

petals are dropping,
while I'm looking,
yellowed photographs,
memories of a flower

Tulips are growing,
standing in a field,
smiling in yellow,
early spring bloom

cut umbical cords,
leaving mother nature
tied together family,
a bouquet of love

Tulips are dancing,
dangling in small hands,
A little girl is running,
to surprise her mother

A daughters flowers,
a gift for mothers

Some mothers like tulips,
feet in the earth,
icy stones with labels,
daughter, wife and mother

Lay them down,
pretty little things,
decorate the ugly,
with little girl prayers
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