Her lids reconciled
Trying to taste the sweet tone of the wind
As it sang again for her
Running up across the dry meadows
She can smell the grass on her feet
The lake looks as though a blanket
Endlessly rolling tiny waves
"Where to?" Her heart wanted to ask
To the swinging ropes
She sat on the sturdy tire
She is colorless under the purple skies
She lost her balance like she did intend
Almost lying upside down
She felt the rush of blood go through her head
And found the trenches of goodbyes
Long kept in the clouds of twilight
Suddenly, tears in her eyes
Did you ever miss me?
Maybe a little
But not as much
Not like a firefly who lost her light
Maybe not a all


-Untitled, Margaret Austin Go

Will you turn me into a song?
With shades of purple as beautiful as the dawn
I will creep slowly with the glinting rays of the sun
Sprinkle me like dew in the green meadows
Hide me in the flowers while busy bees halt for nectar
I'll be like pollen spreading free in serene breeze
Allow me to dance in every eyelids I meet
Pluck a lash and wake them from sleep
Before the day's toil,
I'll be the song of the day's hope

Will you turn me into a song?
Tuck me in the sheets of clouds that swathed the skies
Just before twilight while the mourning sun bleeds
It's lips caressing the foliage of leaves
As the cold wind of winter greets,
I'll be the itch in their filcrums pushing in dimples
creating smiles after long days of hard work
Reminding everyone that everything is worth their effort

Will you turn me into a song?
I'll be the fleeting silver lining in every sad teardrops falling
Even in the rain, I'll be hidden in the frayed clouds
To drizzle you courage to face tomorrow's challenges
I'll be the song of all the hearts; exhausted and crushed
My melody will never turn into dust
Will you turn me into a song? I ask.



-Last Wish, Margaret Austin Go

I saw you swimming
in my teacup
I sipped and tasted
so much bitterness
in this teabag,
Pieces of my heart
crushed and dehydrated
As I hear the raindrops
continue to dance
in the same puddles
they created
Promises that we have broken
I have to add sugar
and a little bit of tear
In my cup of tea,
I saw you floating
I took a teaspoon
and shove you deeper
into a whirlpool
that reminded me
how much
I was a fool
for you,
I have to finish it all
Lined my throat
in bittersweet guilt
Swallowed them all
and ah!
a sigh of relief
I must be dreaming



-Tea, Margaret Austin Go

I am back
to that blank space
to that black hole
eating me whole
like crawling flame
to my paper soul
Who is it to blame?
Still I'm running in shame
away from my shadow
of filth and rot
Even my skin
have scorned itself
but to flay my being
is not enough
Have I forgotten how to love?
And if my body is to live
but the soul is dead,
Will I ever forgive myself?



-Dying Star, Margaret Austin Go

The aloofness of the moon in the effervescent night
In between the clouds teasing the sight
As the lavish words of the owls permeates the air
Summoning the wolves to howl in despair
Unable to muffle the loquacious toads by the lake
While the fluid branches of the trees dance to the nocturnes of the wind
How they cradled the woods to sleep
Still there is a flurried silence
Inexplicable gloom
Emitted by the bright moon
Spreading like wild fire in the meadows
Creating eerie shadows through the glass windows
The lake glittered as if the stars have fallen in the waters
She dipped her nakedness in the aching cold
Emotionless
Her face illuminated by the reflection in the silver waters
She submerge her breath to fill her lungs
She never felt as light, numb and hollow
The moon signed as witness
To the blooming flowers that midnight
Ever hungry for the moonlight
Like her convulsing consciousness desperate for salvation
And to the corpse of the maiden afloat in the lake
The unapologetic moon stood to watch
The beautiful soul as it slowly swells
Along with melancholia
Writhing across the serene lake



-Melancholia, Margaret Austin Go

Don't lock the doors my child
nor the windows tonight
I like to watch you sleep
Drown you deep
Under your bed,
my private revelry
your Tears and Fears,
I wear as jewelry
Your angel is dead
In your head,
I pull the strings that make you cry
make you scream 'till your mouth runs dry
Smother your lips with my lies
Creating a wound
To feed the flies
I am your beautiful monster
creeping into your skin
in your slumber
I'll keep you safe in this nightmare.



-Your Angel Is Dead, Margaret Austin Go

Recently,
her mind is
debating
with her heart
resenting
every word
she wasted
on this paper
and all the metaphors
you haven't even decipher
but how
can she stop it
you have brought her up
to the top
then pushed her
to this
bottomless pit
now
she's stuck
in this drop
and it's growing
big
like
a bad habit
running
like
a mad rabbit
munching
on her thoughts
of you
while trying to
remove your face
off the view
like grime
on her tiled walls
made by
endless waterfalls
of whys and what ifs
and all her selfish beliefs
like
how you will read
her poetry
and chew the words
like sticky pastry
but her mind said
"you're wasting your ink"
she should stop writing
poems about you
and let her
memories
sink
in the letters
of your name
that are scattered
in her head
all printed
in heavy lead
therefore now,
she concluded,
the real dilemma,
to wake her up
in this coma
of dreams of you
and
find
a paper
that will reach miles
across the equator



-I Should Stop Writing Poems About You, Margaret Austin Go