The light had gone from this woman
Her days now became lonely and dark
She would go to the shoreline
To repair what had been torn apart
She would shout out to the shoreline
O please bring me a new light, a new moon
I am tired of feeling lonely and dark
Will you please bring it to me soon
Just like that the gilded clouds did part
to reveal to her a new moon
Time for this woman to have light again
Time for her to be swooned
This new moon was most welcoming
with his arms open wide
Lit up this beautiful woman again
and brought out the pearl we knew was inside

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.

Her blacks crackle and drag.


Sylvia Plath

Night I call you
portal of silence

the true divided light
of the moon through
my window leaving

shadows like crosses
of time, that old bandit

on my wall, the panes
stained, broken and sharp.

If life was a painting
I'll be the artist of my happiness
Painting sweetness
To my path that may be filled with bitterness
Carving perfection to the part of my life with flaw

If life was a painting
I'll be adding colorful strength to my arms
Anything I am fainting
I'll be the architect of bountiful health
I'll paint myself an overflowing wealth

If life was a painting
I'll have the vision to see my fate
I'll always paint myself a golden plate

If life was a painting
Then my moments of joy would never end
I'll paint enough money so I'll never have to lend
I'll make my world brand new
So I'll never have to mend
I'll have plenty instead of few

If life was a painting
I'll be living in a palace with colorful chandeliers
I'll add a red pinch of lip stick to the lips of my wife
I'll paint myself another life
Even when death takes my breath away

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Every visit
I find you
A little less
If I stop visiting
it's just me
pretending
you're all ready gone

The floodgates
                      have opened
                  and the tide is high
            the dam has burst
    in explosion
of tear-bombed third eye
      saltwater rushes
           culling dark demons
              from the deep
the most buried
of creatures
awoken from sleep
viperfish and tube worms
                     vampire squid
twirling their tentacles
to summon the id
squelching up
                    impulse  
from sinkholes of mud
primal instincts excavated
                     from tombs
                          of slick crud
Deep-seated fears
have been beckoned to play
to disregard tears
take resistance away
and while blown over
by this twisted abyss
she remembers a flicker
            of the shadow of bliss
      and like a mermaid rising        
up towards surface
                      blue heights
she grasps at the cirrus
leaking tendrils of light
pulling up hand by hand,
in sea-tangled vine
a vague sense of sweetness
flushes out brine
and when she breaks through
                           the surface,
her heart like a sieve
she finally owns it-
the power
       to
            breathe