After someone gives up on their life
there are always many to wonder "why?" or say "I can't see a reason!" when the answer was right in front of them sometimes for years and they just let it all slide.
The spring is coming and I see the world.
The flowers are blooming and I am at fault. The cover of night has been comforting, safer. I got used to the fact that I’m constantly frightful. In my mind I was dreaming of happiness, Searing light coming out of my soul. Real life? I was sitting in silence. Such a beautiful, heartless doll. Oh, the process of waking was painful . Don’t believe those who tell you it’s not. You’re re-making yourself to be joyful. When you’re done you will know your own worth. The spring is here and I see the world. The flowers are blooming and I feel the joy. The birds are singing and it’s the best thing I’ve heard. My light is within me and I’ve finally found my voice.
Once, long ago
A brilliant flash before Saved forever in time Faded in shades of greys Like a photograph; Black and white One thing or another Not shining in its entirety quite yet Then, saturation of color and hue Bring forth visions unseen Slightly blurred at first, Then in full detail Sprawled out into glorious view Though once, only raw and bare Time brings it into exposure Into the open air Believe it or not Some brought into the light of reality As they are surely meant to be - Jay M April 19th, 2021
Just something new. Familiar.
I’m collecting little broken pieces of me
piecing me together, slowly, you see a piece at a time each fragment you’ll find more of me hopefully I’m collecting little broken pieces of me I’m finding them in places I used to be beneath the books I’ve read under the words I’ve said in the things I’ve grown behind things I’ve known I’m collecting little broken pieces of me placing them together, carefully and finally, when I’m done if I’m missing one possibly two know this for this is true I’m complete as complete as can be its in the missing pieces I feel more like me
They crushed her soul
Burned her body What was remained ... Was the cage ... Untouched ...
Beautiful Rhythms Of Love,
Vibrations of a touch, Reaching deep in the dirt, Are you a medium my dear? My heart dead in waste, You speak languages it hears, Digging it out like diamonds bright, In too deep I've lost this last rhyme.
Ha oh Muse, how I imagine your experience as if it exists, dont awaken my love if am not the one. 💃💃😍