Fruit of the Muses

[flightedd]

I study the ways I believe  I belong to you, The way your smile  Shifts the balance of my tongue-- Debauching words as if  Your kiss was not a kiss But a drink numbing My resentment.  I take note of the feeling-- The consolation  Of being in your arms, A warmth working alone  On the cold barricade I put up In fear of abandonment. I keep close your beautiful heart, In hopes of a beat to become Finely tuned--yours and mine, A steady rhythm strong enough to heal.

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Daughter

In the mirror I see your eyes Similar firework bursts Encircling pupils shrinking At the mercy of intoxication. I see through them a heart  Hardened at the wake of abandonment. I see a woman you shaped In your absent hands And how hard she is trying To shed the aspects of you  Which linger and taunt As if you never left.

[flightedd]

I lost myself Between silence And the reluctance To speak truthfully, knowing However I ordered my words, They will always form daggers; No matter how I tell you, I will always come out Hating myself at the end.

[flightedd]

Whisper, split the distance Carved between your touch-- Your subtle embrace of words Falling short sighted and weary At my feet.

I find you still,  Circling the wreckage-- The semblance of home-- As if a careful eye will fix  The broken wing of a sparrow Left only to sing soundlessly  Sad songs of nostalgia, Pressed deep into the walls Built to keep us...

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You speak And your words form stars Lighting the path that leads me home. The seeds you planted there Have not yet blossomed. Now, turning to face the sun-- Your “hello”-- They take root.

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The only good thing about living in Florida.

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I Cannot Keep You

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Thought swallows spirit whole. The aftermath of your touch remains, Brushes past like  A sigh filtered though the night, Deflating lungs held once For the breath of your name, To reach lips meant to be forgotten With the kiss of another’s.

I am afraid to be alone Against this darkness. The memory of you lingers, Comes around like an injured bird– My dear, I cannot keep you.

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My favorite of my photos from my best friend’s wedding. <3 

©Sarah Dame

[flightedd]

Hope is lost

within false intentions.

Compassion is weakened

by ambiguous notions

leading the broken 

into darkness.

And in the moment of collapse

He eclipses that darkness;

He does not shine,

but is the light casting 

the blindness from our eyes.

It is within His footsteps

We find the pieces of us 

Broken and scattered at our feet

Do not render us useless.

Hope is lost,

but is not abandoned.

Compassion is weakened

but is not defeated.

We are broken,

but not destroyed,

for He is grace

and He is mercy;

and as long as our faith

is in Him we will never 

be misguided.

.

[flightedd]

Certainty has never

suited me well,

but I am sure of you,

and the unparalleled 

love motivating the grace

that is who you are 

and what you make of me.

I am your child

for you are my father

of salvation,

in things unholy 

debauching your words 

of glory pushing diamonds

along rough tongues 

of sacrilege.

[flightedd]

Mantra

Your heartbeat, a mantra within my own. Repeating Repeating Repeating-- A dagger in my chest Twisting, Tearing an opening For your name to spill out, Each letter,  blood beading up, rolling off my tongue, coerced to speak, to sing sweet hymns  recognizing the way  you have dug your  hands into me,  into the soil too bitter to root within; forced to raise my arms in praise, worshiping you in your absence. I remain ravaged, for even weeds refuse to replace the violets you once planted inside of me.

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Central Park Saxophonist

©Sarah Dame

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6:57 A.M.

©Sarah Dame

[flightedd]

There's only a small amount of time to catch the sun as it rises or sets, never quite in the same light. They have been romanticized to a point where it is almost cliche to bother photographing them; however, it was definitely worth waking up early for this.

[flightedd]

Absolution

My soul sings-- You, the mouthpiece, My absolution From the saccharine lure of sin. I smile, baring teeth Stained with the same poison Dripping from my bottom lip. Intoxicating, The corruption-- The sweet taste of immorality.

I welcome you in, A chamber in my heart For your embrace. To fix a beat rhyming  With the chasms  Of fragile breath.

[flightedd]

If You Were an Ocean

The original post here.

(Original photo by me. ©Sarah Dame)

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Taken with a Pentax k1000 200ISO

The darker photos from this session didn’t digitize very well considering the scanned copies are such a small size. So imagine this, but less fuzzy, and that’s what the print looks like. 

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Taken with a Pentax k1000 200ISO