I had a desire to travel
across the ocean and
explore the deserts.
But how long
will I scrape your memories
to fly with my severed wings?

Will you help me
in getting the ashes of this body
so that when the storm comes,
I can whisper my last words
and travel far away,
drifting for eternity
around the globe.

You are like a deep breath
After spending years gasping for air
You are the brightest of days
After weathering months of storms
You are peace after a seemingly never ending war

But you’re not the air I breathe
I can do that on my own
But how nice is it to know that your breath can be synonymous with my own
To know this is ours to share

I mentioned your every shadow in my poem
And was struggling for your catch

But you were strange,
Strange by my words
which became ashes for you

Perhaps, ashes are my feelings now.

So used to the sorrow
One in the chamber
At all times
Cocked and ready
Barely standing
Hold steady
Stick the landing

Get back up and take another shot
Round after round
'Til it's burning hot
Slamming down to the ground
After hours, still not found

Digging up old memories
Pieces of the past
Hopefully the last

Page after page
Drop after drop
No rage
Still, make it stop
A balloon filling, ready to pop

Burn
Let it all go
Crumble to ashes
As it should have been
Years ago

What do you yearn?
A lesson to learn?
Letting it hide inside
Where your demons reside
They're living it up
While you're sitting by
Refusing to say goodbye

Wallin' alone
Breathing it in
The scent of misery
Of pain and relief
Stinging now, unforgiving
But stirring up forgotten brews
Only leaving clues

Burn it up
Break the glass
Let it all go
The past is the past
These pages are the last
Light it up
Get it out
Scatter the ashes
Heal the little slashes
And feed the flames until
The pain is long gone

Crawled my way out
From the depths of my own hell
I will scream and shout
That I'm still fighting
Because the pages and glass are gone
Doesn't mean it's over yet.

- Jay M
August 12th, 2020

There once was a paradise,
It shifted the paradim,
And then came a perasite,
It altered and paralyzed,

Hope turned to ash,
As they used thorns to stab,

The lonley gaze of the moon then pondered:
Is this, truly what you desire?

And so darkness ruled for a while,
As the light's dazzle dimmed,
But pretenders, liars and betrayers all rile,
As the hand of justice comes for them,

We do unto others, what others do unto us,
So life ruled, with a golden fist of truth,
Be used, abused, confused, difused and then refused,
As the ashes of that paradise in your mouth turns sour.

a million reminders
that I can't run away from this time
not this time
stuck in the rewind
I replay the day it all changed
Can't I just forget?
Until then --- in the ashes I remain

Fire makes me believe that feeling for a person is just like taking care of fire. The feelings are needed only while he/she is alive and they are of no use when the he/she is dead. Just like when the fire is alive there is need to protect it from wind/water but when it goes off i.e.,when it turns into ashes there is no need to protect it from anything.