The word I have to keep .
Spelled with an 'o' after the "t'  because I haven't got a leg to stand on .

When the sky is
dressed in midnight stars
and my mind is heavy
with questions
I let these tiny dreams
spill between the blinking
lights of the city
I know words sound
better at night
when the silent stars
cloud the sky of every
lonely hunter
I read the old poets
the teachers of
sorrowful things
I know she is here
I see her smile through
the dusty light
I am high enough
to see the ugly
side of heaven
I am high enough to
feel insignificant
and if I happen to fall
from this great height
how soon will I be
forgotten …
Clay.M

When I was a kid
I'd fall and hurt myself
But I knew how to stop crying
Wipe the tears and shed the blood
Back then
That's how it was
No matter the intensity
Of the fight

These days
It's different
I fall and hurt myself
While there's not a graze to show
Evidence of the pain
No enemy to harm me
There's a cut
In the heart so deep
That I can no longer
Stand up
And wipe the tears
So easily

I thought the sniffling
Strong kid
Who beat up the foes
Was a brave soul
But breaking down is okay
And we were conditioned
To be stoic
Back then

Remember that the next time
You think upon your childhood
At your lowest point
And darkest moment

The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

Muted forever.
Links of misplaced zipper sewed together.
I am locked inside my emptiness.
Hollow do I sound.
Watching eyes all around, following you what you do.
Can’t express, feelings of suppression, weighing heavy, making me intensely broken.
Time is limited.
No change before the twelfth hour.
Without freedom time stands still forever.
Only memories,
haunting me.
I’ll be weeping forever.
Tears from deep lacerations.
Like belt stripes on my naked skin.
In my lifetime,
I couldn’t be what I was meant to be.
God have mercy on me and them.




Shell✨🐚

Can you still see me

Standing in this dark room

Talking to the memory of you

Your hand is back in my hair

The love is still there

Just like you never left

But that is not my life

I couldn't sit pretty

To let you create a pretty lie

And now I'm here and for all I know..

You may have died.