#marrow
Act I
Cassandra twirled like her feet were wrapped in satin
Smooth and flawless like her appearance
Her gift of movement sent from one of nine muses
her purpose drifted in like the waltz of a first love
to dance was to breathe oxygen into her lungs
Her love overflowed to everyone around her
she didn’t distinguish between love and dance
Masses surrounded her in awe of her gift
She danced for love not for esteem
She could dance for none and forever on
If dance were to become transcendent, she would be the pioneer
Act II
On rare occasions fate can tear like sheer fabric against a nail
A simple crack in the floor altered her eternity
She flew through the air with poise and grace
She landed on pain and despair like broken glass
She always thought life was over when you meet death
No no, life is at an end when you lose love
Cassandra’s life was over, nevertheless she still drew breath
Darkness filled her heart and all she could see was grey
ACT III
Your insides can rot when you discover there is no one to save you
Not everyone gets a hero or a second chance
The world’s focus is on those who get saved and their inspiring stories
Not everyone has a happy ending or even an ending at all
Cassandra wished she would end
But her story seems never ending
Always will she stand in the shadows and stare at the dance hall
Living in her past forever
END
Pain is all she has left in her forgone existence
So she will feed the inferno that is her brokenness
And she will starve her desires
Her lack of hope will crack the stone beneath her feet
she will climb in and lay there
Looking up at her end
Stuck between death and the desire for something worse.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
What are we now?
A half-buried sentence
A message delivered to
The wrong address
I reach for you and touch nothing
I hate the squatter in my skull
Your voice pacing my corridors
Your face nailed to the
Backs of my eyelids
You’re gone
But I still wear your fingerprints
Like burns
The safest place I ever knew
Has collapsed
The walls I leaned against
Are rubble in my throat
I gag on dust
I choke on your ghost
Everyone tells me to “move on,”
Like it’s just a switch I forgot to flick
But your absence is marrow-deep
It hums through bone
A phantom limb jerking at nothing
I want to amputate the thought of you
But the blade keeps turning back
Into my own skin
You are everything
And nothing
And I am stuck in the wreckage
Beating my fists against a locked door
Leading to nowhere
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
The passion has almost gone
of love and longing for Thee;
there's no meat left on the bone
for devotion's heart to see.
Instead of looking within
the mind is focused outside
with the body getting thin
life's mercy is to confide.
One just can't ignore the signs
that can be seen by the eyes;
age seems to be drawing lines
and there's no comfort in lies.
Like a dog eating a bone
it soon gets to the marrow
and for this it eats alone
with its eyes being narrow.
We become what we're to be
over a lifetime of years prone
to the ups and downs we see
and fruits of our efforts grown.
It's by grace we can transcend
what it is we have not seen
so the hours we've got to spend
will determine places been.
If we stick fast to the path
and don't deviate too far
we won't incur any wrath
and even shine like a star.
Life's course involves such a plan
that we may glean in the mind
looking deep enough to scan
at its source of light we'll find.
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Jul 28, 2023
Jul 28, 2023 at 9:59 PM UTC
She's a supermodel without the penthouse
It's a million dollar mistake if you're not careful
The overall outlook seems baleful
It can still be amended
This is a tiring game of pretended
I'm just hoping I've contended
We're in a time where people say whole lots of words but never meant them
Poetry plays a hand in it's crazies, cheaters and wifebeaters
Why are you trying to be her?
She has nothing on you and that's a fact
I care for how we interact
If you're not seeing someone let's have a discussion
You've dealt with and dished out the repercussions
I'm hoping to be the one the curve the stock arrow
Your life, your wishes, your fears, your passion
Each and every inch of your bone marrow
Don't worry about your one room apartment
The neighbors will have to understand
I care about you and your potential
Giving you something you always deserved
If not me, somebody better
They're out there somewhere.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
Burning glory,
Of such I’ve never seen.
Warmth,
Of which I’ve only dreamed.
Such light,
To shine upon the sins.
Thick smoke,
To choke the loss to win.
Who wins?
They win.
White ash,
To remind of your decay.
Crows fly,
Their carrion play.
They clap,
A murderous parade.
They bleed,
Yet they don’t so who’s to say?
I say,
You say.
Who wins?
They win.
A pause.
The next day is still.
Marrow,
***** upon the hill.
Who knows,
What happened on that day?
The monument,
To remind the price to pay.
We’ll pay.
They’ll pay.
I say,
You say.
Who wins?
They win.
They always win.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
*Scratching, clawing
Clenching, gnawing
Pick at the wound
Tear it open, rip it up
Free the bone from its
Prison of skin
Separate the marrow
From within
Light it up, burn it down
Incinerate the concept*
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC