Each day the light slips
into the murky shadows
of the bedroom-morning-depression

Cars swish by
in the rush hour of work
and school

routines, timetables and teabreaks
weekday working
full of purpose.

On the edge, outside the frame
margin people wait
silenced and destination free

unmapped, unseen
locked tight
in a circle

cruising
their perimeter
only hoping for a break.


© M.L.Emmett

intruding light
has corrupted
black night's
real character.

The night is dark against your fair fur feathers
And your wingspan holds true against the glass.
Legs splayed against the pane, hard and fast pressed against the portal to my world.
You'll do anything to touch the light.

I cannot blame you, I have been there,
Outside in the cold warming yourself with the thought of a light bulb
Feeling the phosphorus of that explosion with your eyes and ears
Longing to be a part of what is good.

No, I cannot let you in, for
I am ready to selfishly bathe in this illumination
The moonlight will do for you
So I suppose I'm just as bad as the others were when

They kept me out.

Window panes and light refrains
From being yours, but mine.
All you shall do is hang there and wish
You had a light switch of your own

Ready to make your own world bright
Ready to lift you from the darkness
Ready to help you spread your wings
And fly in the day like all the other successes.
With just a flick.

Poor moth, it must be
Cold out there.

The music climbs inside my empty shell and fills me up with fountains of color and swirling geometrical patterns, becoming a vortex ready to touch down as soon as the gentle bristles kiss the rough canvas.
Oh, the canvas!
My life raft in a sea of faceless, indifferent individuals who exclude any person with the sense to push back against their idiocy. Anyone strong enough to demand answers.

Admire secretly from afar
That beautiful girl
Behold the face of a dying star
You never tried so you ran so far
You couldn't stop your anxious shaking
Go home alone and quietly pace
Back and forth wild eyes agape
Her charm, the enchantment
You could not escape
For a chance in tomorrow you're ****** to wait..

I'm tired of being alone
on a Saturday night
while you're on the phone
acting like it's all right
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

I don't have courage to say it to you
But I carry a pencil in my hand
It writes all the feelings of blue
That I think you'll never understand
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

I'm sick of the never ending maze
That I was dropped inside of
I always end in a daze
And every time felt less love
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

Every path I take
leads to a dead end
And every bone you break
Is impossible to mend
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

Those pictures that I saw
Of you on the rollercoaster with your friends
Makes me wonder it's not law
To stick with those which loyalty has no end
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

And all those days I spent
Trying to be happier with me
But I've seen the places that you went
My mouth feels locked with your key
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about
But every once in a while
When I am feeling so blue
Sometimes I could even smile
If I switched places of me and you