kintsukuroi

waiting for something
that resembles gold
when life is a whole lot of copper
maybe tomorrow will be different
when the sun breaks
they call it dreaming
but i’m most often awake
to watch the clouds slide by
and every second feels like i’m too late
feeling my days slip away
from the same point of view
less of me, more of you
always more of you
when i jump the gun and wave this town away
watching the sunset in my mirror
i hope i still own myself
that it was worth all the trials
that took the tiny pieces of me
and made me make my own armor
i hope i can say
whats left of me
is the gold i am missing

 

M.

Life Ablaze

Clouds ablaze, soft tissue
Pink and scarred
Floating
Reminding me that life is
Bigger
Broader
More settled with time.
Moving mountains
Burning bridges
Are all a part of the movement
The play pretend
While we break and bend
Doing our best to make amends
Pink tissue in the sky
Life ablaze
On a July night.

M.

charm(eleon)

I’m telling my story
and though it may change every time
it is mine.
There is love in here that belongs to someone.
Even on dark days I know this to be true.

When life turns upside down
and inside out
I stand willing.
Shoulders bare(ing)
the depths of many,
but the strength of one.

There’s no one that can heal me but me.

I’m telling my story
and though it may change every time
it is mine.

M.