There Is No I.

The instrumental becomes intrinsic if you let it

Maybe we are not at any center of the universe but at the very bottom of it, looking up.

Praying for autumn, as we all do, we ask for mundane to hibernate a pounding heart at last . At last .

Like a Darkness

Stitching wounds with words

the pain remains but we smile

and pretend the blood was always there,

.

Singing dirges forged from dogma

my breath is a stranger standing

on the back porch with screen door open

torn between the sunset and the silence

that waits in the shadows in the front room

because the trick is to learn how not to

hear feel hurt dream hope sing want need

the trick is to tell yourself that all of this

was what we wanted from the very start,

.

We live in a derelict wonderland

empty streets abandoned houses

cars rusting next to single wide trailers

boarded up stores the old school crumbling

more people but not here no not here

where rusted barbed wire remembers

but we don't

Ain't it strange?

TV antennas like ancient talismans

that failed their only task which was

to let the world in three channels at a time

and keep us all from losing ourselves

inside of someone else's dreams

in artificial worlds that fade

as soon as nobody watches,

.

Your favorite song is playing forever

a transmission eternally out of reach

turn your eyes up to the stars

they aren't there but aren't they beautiful?

If we're lucky someday somebody

will say the same of us

This is sick af

Some charcoal drawings

Where I'm From, George Ella Lyon

Empathy

I have laid my hand over the pool of pain

Fingers spread, slow like I'll frighten it

Barely broken the thin skin at the top

Of the water you nearly drowned in

The cold sucked the breath from my chest

And I cried out and stumbled back

Clutching my burning icy hand

I stare at you. How did you survive this?

Does it ever go away? The furious ache?

I'm still gasping for breath.

You shrug. It hasn't so far but you should rest.

I should rest? What about you?

I'm trying. I'm so tired.

Tears gather in your eyes like crescent moons

There isn't enough time in the world.

I lay my new scarred hand on your chest.

the trees might be changing… but what about you?

April Prompts - 4/14 Smiling - @creativepromptsforwriting text version below (click on keep reading)

Smiling by Kara

I've a papercraft smile Pasted on with hotglue Cut with a technique Of perfected disarmament Hand stuck to my hilt At the ready yet shaking Then I met your smile You must've noticed the snips The jagged appearance of my mouth Caught up in the curl of your lips My body went still Ripped off the paper Learning I've forgotten How to smile