Take a deep breathe
and let go of the past
You can't reach the future
If you keep opening wounds

-hh

i am a mess of
open wounds and
needles that have
never sewn
shut,

and
sometimes i still find
string and knots in (the) places
where
i tried to tug shut-
but ended up ripping
skin,
instead

where:
there's still
salt
from when i tried to cleanse
myself from you,
but
hurt too much to continue,
and left myself
bleeding,

so i'm still here
healing,
letting my veins cry and
my scabs heal over,
with
my a hole where my
heart should be,
and no band-aids to fix
it.

Maybe it's just because I'm bleeding inside
Or it's because I'm no body and cannot be found
Or it's the bad luck that is always by my side
Or it's the wound that hurts and won't subside
Or it's the skies that never rain nor have a cloud
Or it's my green fields that I love but never find
Or maybe it's just who I am, a man with no pride

A wound is a well
save that a well can be full;
a wound just empties.

To love is to bleed
delicate: a maroon flow.
One can love too much.

Every time I think
about how she’s not here, not
lying next to me
the sutures are loosened: as soft

as unearthed marrow.
No amount of milk, honey,
copious *****

can heal the hair-thin
fault line in the core of me:
the best medicine

is our bright laughter.
A pair of wind-chimes letting
breeze cast its blessing.

The good news: she cares
enough to call me by name,
a sufficient grace.

The bad news: a wound
will sometimes reopen, and
will consume me should
I not allow light to trespass.

A wound is a well
but, unlike a well, remains
after it is dry.

Many Wounds Have I Suffered And Seen
Caused Or With Empathy Felt
Some Just Grow Cold Or Mean
Not I, No Not I, Always Will I Endeavor To Melt

The Kept Heart, Locked Away In A Safe Place
Ah To Free That Heart, In Passions Thrall
To Lose Herself In That Seductive Embrace
A Path, Not Far To Sunset Leads, Heed Its Call

Dark And Dreary, Once Was Your Path, Of Desire
So Much Once Lost Or Still Hidden, By Chance Or Design
Your Dreams, Passions, And Fire
Dance Do I An' Delight At What Can Be, Need Thee Only To Yield And Resign

Many Are The Paths, I Have Followed None, Carving My Own Way
Where Shadows Of The Heart, Bitter Sweet Passion Loom
There Are Other Paths That Beckon And Call Me Away
To Beautiful Scenes; Dreams And Desires In Dark Gloom

Even The Coldest Heart Where Passion Has Long Withered
With Prose And Verse
Can Be Free, Healed, Or Still Wounded Deep, Words An Emotions Gail Or Blizzard
In Your Eyes I Can See Your World Your Universe

As I Watched The Play Of Your Light And Distant Thunder Vibrant In The Night
This Storm Of Yours That Rages, Thoughts And Emotions, Where Did It Begin
In Each Passage Passion And Lost Devotion Felt, In Each Flash Of Consuming Light
The Heat Of Your Words, A Reflection Of What Burns Within

Might My Words Brighten Up Your Day, Your Dreams Or World
Open Wide Or Shut Forever Your Eyes
Even Blind Your Heart And Soul Could Follow Or Run From Such A Herald
Might A Poems Brief Embrace Dry Away Your Pain, Pure With Out Lies

With Heart And Soul Wishing For Relief Or Fatal End Unto Either Or Both You Weep
Even The Heavens Cry
For Passion, Pain, Hope And Sorrow, Felt So Deep
Fade Or Wither They Do Not, But Transfixed Might They Never Die

I Question Not, Mine Is Not To Reason
Mine Is To Do
To Compose, With Out Opinion
Always With Empathy, My Words Laced, To Speak Softly To You

Seems To Have Always Be, But Has Never Been
I Reached And Found Your Soul
Beheld It From Afar Bitter Sweet With Out Embrace, Again And Again
I See You Held Your Passions So Tightly, Paid A Heavy Toll

A View Of Passion's Embrace Sweet Bliss
Have You Known, A Shaft Of Seduction And Submission Broad Course Hath Made
To Sacred Places, Your, Mind, Heart And Soul, On Each Imparted A Fiery Kiss
Again And Again, Within A Singular Hope And Passion Filled Is Laid

Not Still, Words Tracing A Path Through Valley In Shadow, Not Growing Weak
The Faintest Kiss, A Delicious Rapture An' Suspense, Not To Torture Or Enslave
No Light Or Darkness, But Shades Of A Fiery Gray Unlocking Mysteries...You Seek
What Passions, Fantastic Dreams Bitter Sweet, Might An Unexpected Word, Save

At Journeys End She Finds A End Of Words, And A Faint Reflection
Who She Is, What She Has Felt
Reflections Yes, But Fractured, Not Expected; Her Thoughts An' Emotion; Inhibitions
Give Rise To Doubt, That Seed Planted Deeply, To Grow With Each Review, Might They Melt

Perhaps, Perhaps Not, Is This The End
For This, But A Poem, Simple Words A Prose
A Mix Of Old And New, Inspired By Emotions, A Glimpse Of Something To Mend
Who Knows....

~Wes Noneya

sewing the open wounds shut
hurts just as much
as the wounds themselves

i don’t know,
but there just aren’t any words for this, are there?

days later
and i still scramble for the right things to say,
as if any poetry could make this easier, more okay.
(it doesn’t work. i give up soon enough.)
(there is no poetry for this.)

i want to let time take my hand,
wash away the horror of what america has done;
i let angry music blare loud in my ears before i realize—

no. this is not something i can drown out.
this was not anything time would heal.
this was never something we could have just ignored, see?

you cannot let a sickness grow
call it healing while it festers.
you cannot watch a burning building
and think the fire will put itself out.
you must not leave a infected wound out and open
and just wait for the blood to stop on its own.

(it’s already infected. it hurts enough already.)
(it will scar.)

no. you have to act. you have to say:
this is not normal.
we cannot live with smoke around us,
with open wounds—
we cannot live if we are dying.

you cannot succumb. you cannot think of dying yet.
you have to say: i am alive. i will not die.
not while i am needed,
not while i can help.

take a breath. let the image sink before you.
stare at it, this open wound;
but then you must fight the sickness.

Finally silence as the knife hits the floor, you scream in terror "what're you smiling for?!"
My vision is blurred and the room starts to fade, as I think of my life and the mess I have made.
They told me not to trust you cuz you'd **** me straight to hell, they made me do things I had to promise not to tell.
They were always there whispering in my head, but they will be gone now for I will soon be dead.
You were always hiding things and sneaking from place to place, but you were trying to get me the help that I was afraid to face..
"But that can't be right you were poisoning us!" The voices grow louder as they furiously cuss..
"You little **** you tried to **** me we don't deserve this!" i mean.. think of all the fun you're going to miss..
All those games we played like hide the ****** corpse.. until we fought when you told me I have no remorse.
The poison though.. was the pills in my drink, You tried to tell me they were prescribed by my shrink.
But reality hits, this is really the end, all this time they said it was just pretend.
The voices fade as you stand there in shock, the only sound made is the tic of the clock.
I thought it was you but MY hand dropped the blade, this is by far the worst game I've ever played...
My memory was clouded but now I can see...
I thought you were crazy but the crazy one's me.

Graceless
You are graceless
She is wingless, like you
Only yours were honorary
Yours she gave to you, so generous
Hers you tore from her
Shoulder blades,
Pulled a feather from every pore
A petal every time
You asked whether or not
She had been in love with you

She was
And she wishes
You were missing the same pieces
That were taken from her
But at the same time
She couldn't hurt a fly
Not on purpose
Nor without consideration
Nor without consequence



Because she knows better than to do what you did.

You cut her
Yet your own blood
Doesn't run with guilt.

You're Graceless
Selfish

Yet not as Graceless
As the young woman
Whom you laid on a metal slab,
Dissected,
And sewed back together
With romantic detachment

You claimed her,
You cut her,
You maimed her,

Don't trivialize her anger
She deserves to feel something again
Let her fly,
Let her fly
*******,

She doesn't  want her family to watch her die