#a-m-holmes

[a-m-holmes]

11/8/17

I found myself

Un-shown

My head

Politely bouncing on a linoleum wall

My arms at my sides

Gestured swiftly in a welcoming

And I was overcome

My throat couldn't

Cast the stone I had

So willingly lodged;

A door,

To keep my thoughts locked

To keep my voice in my broken chest --

That splintered with every shudder and cough until

A dam broke out

Showered my face

And hands

In a Holy oil

My eyes blinked

And so I looked again.

The banging was only my heart

The wall:

A silent room.

[a-m-holmes]

Raced back the shroud/unclothed/was me/a sodden eye and all/pleased teeth

The estranged stranger A.M. Holmes

[a-m-holmes]

Consider the life of a flower:

How fickle a selfish love For the eye pleasing fruits That bloom in bursting breath Set forth a sweet perfume To take such delicate a life For a fleeting smile, or a solemn, sacred breath of candid awe And when said luscious bloom, With lost roots and torn limbs It hangs it's head in dark door's rot, How lucky a feeling of detachment Equipped easily for a songless, regretless Goodbye

[a-m-holmes]

9/21/17

Swiftly she rides

In the night's blackest skies

She chases the stars

And bends to the Moon

With the shadows as her cloak

The trees as her guards

The wind her lover

The night her fortress

[a-m-holmes]

Love and Other Dark Feelings

He's finished now.

Seed well spent

A warm ache,

A cold lump of coal,

A heavy stone

I pried my aching jaw

From your hard pulse

Gone cold

Freed my frozen love

No hold,

Could ensure my readiness

For the ill born sweep

A quaint, familiar hole

When I drank you dry

You stole my soul

But it wasn't until

This time's last

That it

Finally showed...

[a-m-holmes]

This is how you speak

because

this is how we speak.

And this

is how

you close your mouth

keep it shut.

You may speak,

when i say.

Speak.

but keep

close watch

of what you say.

Enough!

Silence.

Quiet, calm.

Happy.

It’s your job.

Be happy.

Your anger,

is uncalled for.

My oh my,

I feel threatened.

And yet I was so polite.

Animal.

Barbaric.

Disgusting.

Your hair,

is such a distraction.

Nice and neat.

Chin up.

Back straight.

Iron it

Tuck it in 

Smooth it out

Yes, now smile.

Always smile.

Don’t forget to smile.

Smile.

Something we

should talk about?

Speak quickly.

Yes.

No.

Yes

No. 

Yes!

Enough.

Be happy.

Smile

Smile

Don’t forget to smile

My goodness,

you’re so beautiful.

For someone

Like you.  

[a-m-holmes]

I’m having a bit of a quarter-life crisis today. Decided to spend it at the library typing shit up. Just started a new short story, and am editing all my old stuff. If you’re going to have a crisis, make it a productive crisis. Also looking good never hurts I suppose.

[a-m-holmes]

"And, sweet one, I feel no thing."