Melancholy smashes veins,
like a huge hammer over the head,
and pushes the heart,
like a strong man pushes a big rock.
It turns the memories
into a dark and silent graveyard
on a moonless night.
It makes us see shadows in the light,
even when the sun rises
in a blue sky.
It can touch the furthest memory
that was about to disappear.
The feeling of agony
amidst great melancholy
smells like a rotten corpse
abandoned in the woods.
That sad thought makes us hear
the voices of those loved ones
who had gone away
a long time ago.
The jumble of thoughts
of melancholy sparks
a bitter taste
that cannot be digested.
It burns the stomach
from its interior walls,
and squeeze the liver,
making the blood black
turning it into liquid steel.
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigour,
Fights with society
To affirm her existence
In this bitter world.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch the horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of suffocation.
Compiling memoirs of ordeals,
Blazes her woes away,
Reflects a gracious smile,
And utters words in appraisal.
Illustrates a glorious extent,
Prompting decisive impulses,
Attempts to fortify her pals
Towards their prospects.
My mind teeters on a cliff of eroding dust and pebble.
Above, the light shines, a rebel to the dust and pebble.
Below, the chains tighten around my frame,
as jagged rocks claw through flesh and name.
The sea smashes through me; | lie gasping for breath,
a whisper away from the clutch of death.
My mind fixates on the constant pummelling,
my thoughts tunnelling,
like honey funnelling,
the future muddling,
but the heart humbling
as my mind teeters on a cliff of eroding dust and pebble.
Little Oreo is nine months
Already planning his embroidered wall hanging
He’s so lovely he smashes the house,lol
I think he knows he’s spoiled
Can’t quite work his colouring out
Needs to be applied before I make judgement
He’s got a black fur on his face
No distinguishing markings but under his chin
Only white whiskers will make it stand out
And some clever shading.
Little Professor Oreo Double Cream Theodore Esquire.
Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze. All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering. Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to brown and lush tends to shrivelled. And so shall oppressive the weight of this season be. Yet, Autumn comes.
If love breaks you open
And you have a chance to look inside
You might be surprised at what you find
If love smashes your expectation
And you have a chance to make your defense
You might be greeted with a surprising strength
If love disturbs your every intention
And you have a chance to meet your fear
You might be astonished at the things that become clear
If love crashes into your wall of security
And you have a chance to construct better walls
You might be captured by a decision not to rebuild at all
If love explodes into a million pieces
And you have a chance to walk away
You might be dazed by the unreachable splinter lodged in your heart to stay
Granite faces—bones of the earth,
Eyes empty, hollow as caves,
Whispering a past that erased her name.
Anger jagged, slicing through her chest,
Like a blade cutting through thorns,
She stays—rooted, unbroken.
Skin stretched tight, a drumskin pulled thin,
Red bandanna masking raven-black hair,
Toes scraped by the road’s jagged kiss.
130 pounds of defiance,
Eyes—dark as the creek’s hidden depths.
Her past lodged like a splinter under skin,
Silent, a growl trapped in worn leather.
Her face, a map of fire’s scorch,
Carved with a strength that won’t bow,
She steps—heavy with unspoken weight.
Badlands stretch, jagged as shattered glass,
Earth’s crust torn open, raw.
Stone bleeds, worn thin by time,
Air smashes against it,
Biting at the jagged teeth of the cliffs.
Rocks split—Paleolithic stories spilled out,
She is just another crack in the skin.
“Want to play ball?” cackle of witch.
Play’n cards dispersed on pew.
Who knew this is the day they’d pay;
Their church doors close for good.
A knock at window breaks; no bat.
Hot blob of monster ball
is hurled, a hit - an eight feet orb
attacks in Devon moor.
The smoke and sulphur fills the air;
A vanishing neat trick.
T’other ball smashes window glass.
Who’s the show for? The church?
The time is nigh, nestled in now -
Century regardless.
The flames of hell might visit you.
You’ve faith to hide in church?
“…Can a person hide in secret places where I cannot see him?”
…”Do I not fill the heavens and the earth? …”
—Jeremiah 23:24 CSB (portions)
No creature is hidden from Him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give an account.
—Hebrews 4:13 CSB
after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses
(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck with long lances)
(on them all passes)
(head against smashes)
(seen flying through sashes)
(they left you in long trances)
(found in famous people's trashes)
(when talking trashes)
(terrible thrown in trashes)
Bleeding from the head
I pushed the chair
In front of the door
Until I didn’t hear you no more
Banging and yelling
I wished you’d leave
Rubbing my tummy
Sick like morning
Standing on the balcony
Bruise on my thigh
Standing in my towel
When the door smashes
I panic
Falling down
I hit the snow
Something cracked
But I crawl
I limp
I run
Barefoot
Freezing at the toes
Flagged a car
It was blue
Then here you come
But I get in
We drive away
Seeing you from the rearview
I had to take a breath
I wanted to wave
To flip you off
Didn’t expect to see
My arm was broken
We drove and drove
I knew this was the end
12:32 a.m.
and you never saw me again.
the floor smashes into her wrist
twisting the limb
she didn't see the floor, wet
aged 100
her mobility is stress heavy
like being priced out of a home
her fall of unexpected angles
with balance of nature, near gone
sometimes a mis-fire between mind and body
her living in strange places,
sometimes a drift of confusion
poking out from my mother's cast
purple fingers
swollen
Cuban cigar fat
gnarled
in a body that pushes her down
like a heavy window slammed shut
she sees each short walk as a victory
when resistance is a national anthem
when the puzzle of gnarled still allows a place to breath
still allows a way to seek higher ground
His footsteps
an echo chamber
on cobblestones
Ruminative walking -
shoulders are slumped
Bruise, wounds and lacerations
coagulated blood
Sour mouth ...bile
- or vomit ?
Pebbles splash
smashes the streets lampshade
Convincing morbid trance
The vein pulsates-
on the outside of the skin
No antidote
Signal flashes; red
Glowing grey exhaust smoke
Hidden, destroyed
shadows ...
The night train
passed the stop
He is gone
Chiseled bone fibre silences white noise water
Shiv splits through throat, jugular scissored
Flung spray fusillade's lain flat slaughter
Bluster bullseye stabs canvas concave
Albatross follow our sharp slipstream
Wind vane spins blur invisible
Dolphin pod adjacent symbol
Ludicrous becomes our lucid dream
Green glaze wake calms crazed waves
Plunge smashes panic, pindrop pools surface
Instinctive dive into icy effervescence
Jolts flailing heart buoyed purpose
Castaways tack to breeze's best advantage
Seahorse spawns, cloud coral hammock
Hull pointed toward demand
Relentless racing hour hand
Gathered globe gauges chances gigantic
Skippers puncture tides, shark agile voyage
20th February
Triumphant Felicity
she announces herself days ahead
yet none of us are prepared
she tears us up and spits us out
uncaringly smashes and bashes us
our lives will never be the same
none of us were prepared
even those who thought they were
devastation arrived with a fury and a flurry
Interior exploration
with its usual playlist,
all lined up
then some mass is hurled
out of nowhere and smashes
into me, and I see myself
fly off into parts, becoming
little more than traces
of exotica smeared in light
across a dark space,
living but an instant
before annihilation
and nothingness,
remembered only within
the cold walls of an equation
and by whoever was there,
looking on,
measuring my demise.
I could have been part
of something bigger
than me.
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