My mind is its own body of water, fluid emotion at mercy to the moon Sometimes rapid as the churning ocean, unharnessable, dams each waterwheel I build as if equilibrium was ****, & then Sometimes vapid as a stillwater lake, where peace is dawn's ripple, days' first surface breach of a fish upon fly bait.
Hearts of stone melt At heat tissues burn, Blood to boil, into ash, Muscle blown away strengthless, weak at Mercury's Ascent, Wherein this fluid rock, reveals molten flexibility, An adept athleticism for Love's sport alchemy As cold marble turns to gold.
One ruffle divides once allied kingdoms, prosperity lost for propensity's folly -- The stranger gained is the lover lost, the rival conceived between the same satin that birthed a union of kings who can't crown but wear as robes what rolls off the shoulder as you turn away (lying) like a wave of intent that shifts the tides to flood empty channels, a moat to surround these castle walls constructed in stone defense, having forfeited our palace to break this treaty.
Originally posted on Instagram "Poem In a Moment" at http://instagram.com/p/oqJtWOzgbK/ (instagram.com/xjwharvey)
The night beasts assault My mind, digging out Of my brain, rampaging Down my spine in fury To commandeer my hand And spill on to the page, Released to the world as My open-heart bridges, Beckons them outward, Afraid to close the gate And lock them inside.
Art heals the creator like scar tissue, sealing cracks of a broken past, Red-raw against pale skin For the world to see that You're recovering whatnot, Till time fades these wounds To nothing a little makeup can't hide, So we blend back in, to Where we never belonged, An find our identity within Public display of deformation, Striped *****, to express self awareness, no more gruesome enough to repulse, nor normal enough to ignore the silver line Between trauma and wrinkle; scars fade, not vanish, but keep us together regardless.