Early September in our apartment corridor
Echoes from the snake moving along the path
Splashes of light from the tide in your eyes
A painter creating a glossy black spiral
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8 September 2024
catacombs of fear
lost in my own illusion
a downward spiral
Looks like a fiery fractal on a background of black,
Spiraling out from a light blue sphere center,
Full of light, yet also dark. An image of wonder.
A fiery fractal composed of stars and planets,
yet looks so very foreign. A galaxy, not so
unlike our own yet feels rather lonely and forlorn.
Why so much darkness when there is so much light?
Much like the human condition.
An echo is felt, touched, recalled,
it drums against our hearts,
strikes softly upon the ringing
shell of being.
An echo hammers upon an open door,
it is unconcerned with any closeted desires,
it is not ours to interpret.
Echo's image comes to us
wrapped within a blossoming,
an ever-opening vowel of vocalic enticement.
Lily-padding slippers tread lightly
yet step loudly upon the mind.
I welcome all dark flowers,
their language is throb and vibration.
I am awakened by the sensual stem,
pulled up into an erotic drumming,
resounding echo's don, the flesh of myself.
Echo is the face of memory,
it is the naming of names,
Echo returns our call
whether spoken or not.
For a moment we tremble like a leaf
that the wind impartially fondles.
© 33 mins ago
Can I bum light from you brother? Many thanks I reckon I'll be on my way I got a lot of ground left to cover and not enough time in the day. I've been drinking strychnine baby I hope you I watched the tires burn just so I can inhale the smoke. It's the kind of hunger I pray you'll never come to know, because when you feel your flesh it's hunger only grows. I've got a sunny disposition, crippling drug addiction finance my miles with a silver tongue and a toothless smile. Headed downhill so I think I'll Coast picking up some speed cuz that's just what I need. Laying here fighting my sleep, mountains of stress lay in front of me. Nothing ever ends poetically, it just ends and we turn it into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
The signs were always there
Dishes piling up
Packages at my doorstep
Tangled hair in a messy bun
Cereal boxes lying here and there
Dust gathering outside my bedroom door
The thousand calls you ignored
I have been stuck in the spiral for quite a while
When my mind was a broken mess
I needed you but you never came
Now all my unsent letters to you are filling up the room
I should be worrying about myself
but I’m still stuck in the spiral
wondering where I went wrong with you
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2024
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every single breath
I wish you a Good Life
I wish you all the Best
I hope you see the Beauty of your Soul
I wish you Health and Happiness
I hope you find your special Purpose
I wish you well with your Life's Legacy
I hope you know your eternal Magic
I wish you Comfort and Serendipity
I wish you Times of Wonder
I wish you Joy and Peace
I wish you Love and Light
I wish you the bestest Dreams
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every Life and Death
© Michelle Morris, 2024
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2024
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every single breath
I wish you a Good Life
I wish you all the Best
I hope you see the Beauty of your Soul
I wish you Health and Happiness
I hope you find your special Purpose
I wish you well with your Life's Legacy
I hope you know your eternal Magic
I wish you Comfort and Serendipity
I wish you Times of Wonder
I wish you Joy and Peace
I wish you Love and Light
I wish you the bestest Dreams
My wish for you is an Infinite Spiral of Joy
It goes on and on until the Universe ends
Forever and ever may you experience the Oneness
With every Life and Death
© Michelle Morris, 2024
In these days there is no light
Evil stalks within the night,
Seeking those it will devour;
Hearts are darkened by the hour.
Babes are born and toddlers play
While parents rage against the day;
No money left to pay the rent,
Desperate times will not relent.
Descending into thievery
Requires no great bravery,
Just a mask and just a gun
Then you learn to cut and run.
Into a homeless camp you go,
The biggest dog runs the show;
Now you're king of your domain,
All the minions know your name.
In dark days
All joy decays;
There is no try,
There is only do or die!
The death spiral of a Space-X rocket
looking like a portal to an otherworld
where I long to enter and belong
like velvet on a royal gown,
with silk ribbons in my braided hair
flowing down the castle stair...
and a knight, my own Sir Gallahad,
vanquishing the dragons
waiting to devour me.
Everything's caving
life's downward spiral occurs
life's unplanned events
nature sees each step
on a spiral staircase as
an entire lifetime
i want to tear my body into ribbons
and watch myself cascade down onto the floor
i cannot keep reforming myself just to fall apart again
efforts to maintain a stasis in composure are wasted on this anxiety-ridden mind
my legs are still writhing in pain
my chest hasn’t ceased its tightening
i don’t understand it
i can’t keep this up
i don’t know if i’m cut out for anything
it’s all so much right now
too much
forever entangled in your word riddles
cross-checking the depth of it all
meaning to leave it behind
for I know when it revealed your cards
things are spiral
hinting the inside insanity
far along the gameplay
your prayers and charms failing through
on my way making it past you
to unveil the love I deserve
and painting butterflies wherever
found my thoughts oppressed
longing for you
Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.
Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering her sail
A life of regrets, vacuous and empty.
Followed by Andrew possessing of valor
But aimless and vain in every respect,
His choices a mess, cause of great clamor,
So by way of example what to expect?
As to his mother, that heart-shearing tale,
The lovely Diana Princess of Tears,
A tragic figure determined yet frail,
The ultimate victim to her own inner fears.
But a glass half empty is a mindset of sorts,
Blindly ungrateful to privileges bestowed,
Clouding his mind with nothing but torts,
Leading the spiral down a winding dark road.
We the onlookers can only but hope
That time and experience will yet prove the key,
Shielding his fall from that slippery slope,
Grasping the change which for now he can't see.
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