Mariam

Mariam Mar 2022

I miss you
I miss me
Like a furnace I was fed with coal and fuel
but I was quite …
Spitting out fire sparks every now and then
Hurting no one but myself
The heat pushed you away …
Pushed everyone away
Except for those who accidentally caught fire!
In an attempt to cool down I blew steam into my soul
Melting down every good memory …
I thought by burning them down I would have nothing to lose … no one to mistrust… no one to “mislove”…
I thought the calm ashes would finally bring me peace …
Now here I am standing -buried in the suffocating ashes- waiting for a phoenix to emerge …
I can see no phoenixes leaving this furnace …

Mar 2022

Krista Delle Femine

Shhhh

If you listen carefully
Silence will speak
Sometimes too stubborn to hear
Or too weak
Volumes in what is not said
The wind
The crickets
Scuffing feet and creaky beds
The conscience replaying
Pets and peeves
The want to stays and want to leaves
Adjusting to your willingness
To accept the more
And the less
If you can hear it
You will know
Silence speaks straight to the soul

Jan 2022

Darcy Lynn

The Art of Being Okay

I am adept
In the art of being okay
I have mastered the craft
Of covering my troubles
I use all sorts of fancy facades
Acrylic, oil, watercolor
You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know
How late I was up last night
Or why.

My eyes flicker
Like candlelight
But you couldn’t see
You couldn’t possibly see
I’m too good
For that.

I can dance, too
Waltzing away my sorrows
Carefully tip toe-ing the
Pas-de-I-am-fine
I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all time favorite
Is my disappearing act
I’m still perfecting it
Right now
But one of these days
I’ll show you
How I
Slip
Slip
Slip
Away

Right through your fingers.

#sad #anxiety #facade

Dec 2021

Qualyxian Quest

Please.

Please for dailiness
Help me take it slow.

Courage, calm, and caring
The anxiety will ebb and flow.

Seeking. On we go.

Mariam Nov 2021

90’s

Brown pages
Cataract Lenses
Polaroids
and a smile
fading in my words
written with a pencil on
Brown pages

I came across some really old photos that stirred up a lot of nostalgia …
In an attempt to write down how I feel … those few words are what I found my self writing down in my sketch book that has brown pages …