the bones sang

we are glad to be scattered / we did little good to each other Poetry blog :: jm-howl

[jm-howl]

See me–!

See me as I am Not as who I was Not as who I will be

You miss someone long dead Every word I speak comes From her mouth while you watch

To you she is so close One decision, one revision away As if a choice I make could bring her back

I don’t know how to tell you She’s been gone For years

See me–!

She’s been covered Buried beneath Countless others that came after

You can’t dig her up I stand by you as you try Asking you again

See me–!

I remember saying goodbye I was not who I am Just as I am not her

For a moment she existed As an April doppel And the second we met she had passed

I became someone else And those selves for three years Span between her and I

See me–!

You’ve missed so much of me! Three years you’ve been looking For her face in mine

Please, I’ll ask once more But soon I will stop See me!

See me–!

I’m right here Right in front of you A phone call away

I’m so tired of being Your estranged Son, nephew, cousin, grandson– Forsaken for ghosts

See me Not as I was Not as I will be

See me Please see me I am right here in front of you

[jm-howl]

They talk of ghosts living  Whispers call back A sweet girl with   Blue dyes staining Chopped hair Brown eyes 

They refused to churn the earth They refused to bury  What remained of her And now the ground is Too frozen to lay Her body To rest 

O child I grieve for thee Not for that you have gone Silenus’s wisdom is yours I grieve for hours Our time together And memories That were yours Stolen from me 

There’s no distinction to be made Between the parlor and the living room Between her bedroom and mine My presence wounds Those who’ve hearts In funeral dress So long after her death 

O child I grieve for thee Your best dress hangs forlorn In my closet Never to be worn And for it I have No want or use 

Of her name Whispers still slip From mournful mouths And bitten lips 

O child I grieve for thee Winter has never Seemed so long Nor the ground Ever so cold 

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

The weight of something heavy

Sits on his brow and his shoulders

Taped-out rings and lines of judges

Gathered in front of him like a court

“I don’t know why you see it as anything

Other than you 

Fighting as yourself.”

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The monk has been cleaning his temple since the leaves started to fall

He has left it now when the air bites

And traveled to present himself to yet another court

The eagle leans to the monk’s ear with his talons folded

“There is only one thing to do,” he says

Among brothers and strangers, the monk nods

f i g h t

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and the monk looks at his dirty hands from his iron broom marred in service of cleaning out his temple once again

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There are Red strings Wrapped around his heart

These strings Drawn around  Others’ fingers

They tremble When the ones  He loves move

And he knows That these heartstrings Are stretched out over

Miles and miles

[martyrsuggestion]

i smell like loam

and soil

and fresh cut wood.

birch is sweet, and the ground is soft,

and all the oceans whisper.

i stand in the rain,

and i have no shoes

and i soak it all in.

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

The weight of something heavy

Sits on his brow and his shoulders

Taped-out rings and lines of judges

Gathered in front of him like a court

“I don’t know why you see it as anything

Other than you 

Fighting as yourself.”

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

I set Corona Borealis upon my brow. 

No one chose to crown me but myself. 

[jariten]

海獣の子供 (Children of the sea), Igarashi Daisuke

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

his mind isn’t unlike a blade (pulled from a golden lake)

but even with a deft hand

he causes ripples across the water (dark and murky)

and can’t look away from his reflection 

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

straighten your back and shoulder the weight the world isn’t done with you yet

[vindictive-suggestion]

They will never see the extent of your fight. Your scars, your blood, your tears.

They will never see how strong you are because your greatest enemy will always be yourself.

So why worry about them when you know how strong you are?

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;; @jm-howl 

[caarmine]

when will the stars align for me to see you again?

[f-uwa]

“I feel like I’m drowning.”

[martyrsuggestion]

what fables where you told as a child?

[wraithensuggestion-blog]

half-finished tales of heroes, giant-slayers. the just and the good, taken from holy books and folklore, displaced and never quite given the weight they should hold.

they were never finished, so i never worry about how my story ends.