I’m letting go of all of it.
Or maybe it’s just seeping out.
Melting through my fingers,
dripping into letters,
pouring into words.
I’m losing parts of me,
but it’s the only way
to lose parts of you as well.
Because you still
live inside these hollow bones,
you still haunt these pulsing veins.
And when I think that you’re all gone,
I still feel you in the rain.

Maybe I messed things up.
Maybe that humid, cloudy day
wasn’t supposed to be
the last time I would see you.
Maybe it was.
Maybe distance wasn’t the problem.
Because 1,002 miles can keep
a lot of things apart, except for words.
And maybe I just didn’t have any left,
or maybe I just ran out.
Maybe I was scared.
Maybe it was for the better.

I know you’re still a mess,
and sometimes you wish I’d speak less.
I’m sorry I’m not silent,
my best words are birthed in weakness.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
Gothic
clouds
pelt
the
eye.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
we
have
supper
by
five.

In
the
city
in
the
sky
we stay
out
late
at night
when
the need
feels
great
and
the
time
is right.

In
the
city
in
the sky
there
is no
gnashing
at the
bit,
you
step
up
and
fill
your
plate,
you
feel
so
good
just as
you
should,
it is
your
natural
state.

In
the
city
in the
sky,
death
is
no more
and
religion
has
been
shown
the door.

In
the
city
in
the
sky,
there
is peace
and
brotherhood
and love
reigns
all,
just
as it
should.

© 2013

If I could leave the rat race,
Run away from all the world,
With work and responsibilities,
Close my eyes and off I would twirl,
Like a leaf on the wind in autumn,
No telling where I would land,
I would soar across the oceans,
Away from problems and plans.
I’d drift over caves and continents,
Rivers and streams alike,
And if a storm should come my way,
I’d dance amongst lightning strikes.
I’d join the swallows’ migration,
I’d follow a glacier’s flow,
I’ll watch volcanoes spew molten earth,
So many miles below.
But when it comes, my time to land,
No matter where I roam,
I know exactly where my heart will be,
You’ll always be my home.

There’s a part of me that I don’t know,
Where secrets hide and troubles grow,
Beyond the reach of woken mind,
Beyond my conscious thoughts inside,

Always there but ever-changing,
Growing stronger, as I’m ageing,
A part of me I can’t control,
An anti-matter, aching hole,

I see it in my mirrored eyes,
My calendar, my health, my lies,
I tell my family I’m fine,
But I feel it heavy all the time,

I can’t imagine from what it grew,
A better life, I never knew,
My friends and family, so strong and true,
Self-indulgent, pathetic, to still feel blue,

I keep it locked behind heart tissue walls,
Yet in various symptoms, sinister it crawls,
Across my skin, my sleep, my sight,
It toys with my mind long into the night,

An apathy for life itself,
There is no point, why care for myself?
Why work and clean and get out of bed,
When the world is cold and dead?

Open your eyes.
Open your mind to the edges of the sky
Open your lungs to the earth-soaked air
Breathe deeply and slowly
Feel each breath fill your chest
Cool and clear.
Don’t pursue thoughts that you bump into along the path
Pass through them
No need to reach for anything
The trees lean down to you as you pass
They breathe softly making your hair dance
Replenish your glow and give wind to the sparks in your eyes
Let your heart heal in this hospital of life
Let your dreams bloom in this university of flowers
Let your soul soar in this palace of peace.
Soak it up,
Before you return to your world.

The beauty of love is not seen through the eyes of the strong
But through the eyes of a  fool.
A foolish woman can love a man with all that she can
And be able to withstand his foolishness.
"Oh what a fool," she cries as she lies in his arms at night
and foolishly makes love to him.
Only a fool can love,
for love is foolish sport
a sport of foolish feelings
and a fool is caught
in a web of entanglement
of too much time spent and too much love lent to a fool
who thought ti was cool to love this man and his foolish ways.
And time never pays for the days that passed by this fool
as she loved.
Simply time wasted and loved pasted on the walls of you and him together
In love
Foolish
Love
Oh, what a fool.

-Aja Samone