as night falls,
so do the tears.
drip. drip. drip
down the cliff of my chin,
soak the pillow
and make it heavy.
drip, drip, drip
down the river of my bed,
glimmer like diamonds
that bleed red.

The sun is napping behind a cloud,
though loud plane engines call her awake.

Pollen is prancing around the patch,
and tiny critters follow their lead.

A big dog lies on the patio,
his smelly body absorbing heat.

You rest here with a pen in your hand,
tossing small diamonds into the sand.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)

I've never wanted to be the hero
And surely I know
You were never any damsel in distress

So leave saving mankind
To the chumps in tights
We wear leather *****
And no seatbelts when we ride

Take the sands of time
And diamonds in our minds
Slinging silver and silk
In a world we've defined

I want you to know there is glitter inside my bones
And sunshine inside my soul
So if you ever feel cold
You must consider that
It did not come from me
You have debris and cloud
And you’re buried underneath
I have been polished like a diamond wedding ring that I wished for upon dandelions and I hoped the seed would settle in your chest
But your eyes were dark brown and you were never the calm before the storm you were the storm and the mud that left tracks in my house where I would clean up your mess because your mess has always been mine and when I drank coffee you drank whiskey bc your eyes were dark brown and they burned down the town and we drove through the streets screaming this is our city and while your bones were hollow I kept telling you there was glitter in mine and the cloud that hunger over your head refused to let you see sunshine
I am not the reason you are cold
I have tried to plant sunshine in your soul

Shhhh …
        that sound ...
                scatters diamonds.
Gray turns black.
        And black reflects.
When it stops …
                you HEAR the silence
sound simple
                and complex

You are magnificent and gentle
        can turn reflection of the sun
into a diamond,
                                sentimental
we get when stars and moon
                                        are drawn
on darkest surface, and abyss
        feels dear,
        comforts soul with bliss