Tag: mmprompt

Looking for a Way Out

Do you want to talk about bloody nails;

Fingerprints scraped off by friction?

There are roots growing

Where the mud is caked on.

I can’t stop digging,

To the left,

To the right,

Trying to get higher.

I look up and see the stars above me,

So far away

And blurred by the sweat in my eyes.

I can smell yesterday’s work

Lingering on my lips,

Like a taunting kiss.

Who is this monster compelling me

To dig?

What is their name?

If I screamed it at the top of my lungs

Would they even care?

All I want to do is escape.

All I want to do is run again.

To feel the embrace of another human being

Or just hear my name.

All I want to do is escape,

But how can I…

When I’m the one who started digging?

Finding Your Way

The light is before me,

Though shadows surround my feet.

I step forward,

And it slowly drifts away.

The warmth where it once was

Lingers;

I brace myself

As the winter air assails me.

Snow falls from a forbidden land;

Teasing my senses.

I look out to the left

And see fires burning;

They seem strong–

Lasting hours,

But always fading in the end.

I look back to the light–

Slowly drifting,

But never wavering–

A steady, consistent hue.

I stumble in the shadows,

Grasping at the air for refuge.

My fingers meet metal;

My mouth tastes copper.

I am crawling towards illumination,

As blood drips from my tongue.

My vision is blurred,

My words are slurred,

But somehow it feels like home. 

Love & Lust

The difference between love and lust

Lies in lack of faith and trust;

The sensual grasp of empty threads

Dyed in black and deepest reds.

The smell of sweat and fire lingers

Curled between blackened fingers

That trace the curves of your lips

And find rest between your hips.

Lust clenches tightly for fleeing gazes,

Heartless bruising, and empty phrases.

Love holds on gently and calmly sings–

Places value more on time, than things.

Lust craves endless attention

And pays in lack of intimate retention.

Love patiently waits, and nurtures growth–

Holds to loyalty’s promise, a sacred oath.

Lust flees from troubled water,

Preferring to coast as an entitled yachter.

Love abides the stormy years;

A ship made stronger against all fears.

Visit Me in Dreams

Visit me in dreams;

It’s cheaper there–

We can talk for hours

And you’ll never be late to bed.

Visit me in dreams;

I’ll play our favorite song–

We’ll dance to violin,

I’ll smile as you hum along.

Visit me in dreams;

You’ve only to close your eyes,

Interlace your hands,

And feel your fingers in mine.

Visit me in dreams

Until you have to rise;

The sun has set upon this day

And stars begin to shine.

Visit me in dreams

Before you fade to dust,

And all are left are memories–

Iron left to rust.

Visit me in dreams

The shadow’s closing in

My heart, failing,

Beats soft for you, friend.

Visit me in dreams,

The lines are getting thin

Between the cracks of yesterday

And never, ever, again.

Another Comforter

“Let me be your comfort”, he proposes

With words like sunflowers,

Riddled with seeds of something more

And arms outstretched like clouds.

She rests against his chest,

Breathing evenly for once,

Fingers testing the cotton between them,

Kneading with pointer and thumb.

He embraces her cheek

And traces lightly beneath her chin

Humming softly

Watching a smile pull at her lips.

It tugs on the right

Then to the left

She wiggles her nose,

But not in protest.

He feels her sigh,

Tension leaving her soul

Like an overstayed guest

When dawn is much too near.

Lightly nudging his palm,

She kisses his hand

With lavender lips

And a vanilla aftertaste.

His hand continues tracing

Sketching words of love and peace

Like calligraphy on her face

Caressing her lips

As if to refill an empty pen.

She nuzzles against his breast

Like home was never anywhere else

And pillows were a foreign concept.

He kisses her hair

Pressing a smile into her thoughts

Like joy could be shared

And exchanged with a touch.

His head relaxes

Her breathing slows

And all is still

Til morning glows.

Listening For An Echo

We shout into the void–

With scribbles, songs, and pleas–

To hear a voice come back

As all around us flees.

We look into the west

And strain to find a home,

Where all the rivers meet

And no longer need to roam.

We feel with outstretched hands

And fingers pained and broken,

To feel just one reply

Reverb on lips when spoken.

We ache for one desire

To fill our chest, our lungs, with air and fire.

The Brink of Disaster

Everything feels on the brink of disaster

Like I’m constantly leaning back in a chair

And I’ve slipped

That split second shift

Before I’m heading towards the ground

Or miss a step running down the stairs.

Each sentence out of my mouth

Each thought in my head

Feel like when the knife slips

And you brace for contact.

It’s like the deer that jumps out in front of you

As you hit the brakes

Or when your foot sinks into a hornets’ nest

And the crunch and buzzing meet your ears.

It’s cacti growing out of your back

When you go to order food

Or remember what you wrote 3 months ago

And can’t get out of your head

It’s feeling like any moment

Life could come crumbling down from within

Just because the dishes from last night are still there.

That’s what anxiety is for me…

I’m picking up the pieces of my tongue

Where my teeth missed the mark

Sinking bone into flesh

To alleviate the pain of words

Spoken too often in haste

Cleaving ideas with bitter thoughts

Of too many mistakes. 

Lying Awake

Before I met you,

I was used to lying awake

Hoping sleep would take me

As quickly as she could,

Wrapping herself around my fears

And choking my shuddering breaths

Until they were lost in quiet rhythm.

I wanted to let gravity bind me,

Slam me against a pile of pillows

And let the consciousness seep out

Until everything became muddled and blurred.

Now that I’ve met you

I am fighting her hold on me,

Lifting my eyelids

Like thousand pound weights

Dragging me to the depths of the sea.

I’m stretching against the jealous lover

Rowing myself through her beckoning waves,

Which once called me their own

Wanting nothing more,

Than to take away our time.

So though I may seem groggy in my smiles

Or miss my first three alarms

I would not have it any other way.