Ordinary Darkness

Everything by psycheanamnesis via DeviantArt.com
There’s a Crack in Everything by psycheanamnesis via DeviantArt.com

the light catches
where the truth hides
fractures in the cold
oppressive world
that let magic seep out
in tiny droplets
missed by so many
but those in the shadows see
for you can find so much
in the dark
without the distraction of
melody and mock joy that
cascades around those
who pitch their eyes to
stare at the sun
instead
find the broken bulbs
glints of pleasure from seeing
beauty
where it has been forgotten
isn’t a rainbow that much more beautiful
because of the storm
it is forced from?
the stars that much more
breathtaking
for the vast darkness they
somehow penetrate?
I think I’m there
somewhere
in the sparks and colors
I may disguise myself
in these layers
of ordinary and plain
but, no
know me
I am brilliance inside this
dreary grey facade
and if you crack the clay
even for an instant
peer through the
darkness
you might see the secrets
the magic inside
see what others
don’t even look for
it may mean nothing
in that moment
but when you find
light
it is yours to hold
to make your own magic
forever

Modify

Rainbow in the dark by Mel Douleur

Every thought strangled

Each hope shattered

Wishes cast into a sky

Too bitterly black

To return them

Where is my chanced

Tomorrow

My dream blurred by

The smudges of

Yesterday’s obligations

I know this is not

Forever

Now is just a piece of sand

In the glass of life

But allow me

My moment

Of disappoint

Because

I long for the winds

Of change

To toss the clutter

Aside

To

Modify this life

And give me

Something new

To dream

I will find the rainbow

Which is precisely

Why I need

To focus

On my

Dark

Sky

be life

Alive by paulisa via DeviantArt.com

born blank
crafted and titled
for a purpose
unknown
we slam down the
accelerator
of those early
sparks of life
without knowing the
path
celebrated by all
for the wanderlust
that then mocks us
later
years shortened to
days
the brain can’t keep up
even in the
interlude
of middle life
where the self is known
and all is settled
there is a drive
to burst out
break through the
ceiling
fly higher
bigger, better, badder
limitless as thought
and sky
but the chains
bring us back
reason, logic, sanity
locking us into our
lives
why do we let it
hold us
down, back, closed?
the world is
an open book
our minds were designed
to expand
our bodies built
for adventure
our souls lit
with the fire
of creation

so go
make more
feel everything
see it all

be life

don’t just live it

Away message

Fly Away by october-fairy via DeviantArt.com
Fly Away by october-fairy via DeviantArt.com

within the protective
blisterpacks
of our lives
we stare at our
screens and the
tiny reflections
which are little more
than fantasies
of ourselves
instead of reaching
out
across intersections
once noisy, friendly
chaos, now
sectioned off
perfect
straight-sided
cells
let me burst from this
hermetically sealed
prison
out into the open air
where I may float away
playing
laughing
dancing
maybe there
I’ll do more living
than dying
so
sorry I missed you
leave a message
or come find
me
trying
to free
the sun

Melody

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Under-A-Full-Moon-s-Canopy-151631032

the song is strung from the rafters
harmonies hung in
curtains that brush my skin
as I dance beneath
their weight
it is the dash of moonlight
that stings my eyes
he knows, that wise
beautiful moon
he sees all and hears everything
even my damning thoughts
but if I cling
tether myself beneath this
canopy of life’s simple
sounds
bask inside the swell
of a symphony of
family
perhaps this game
of hide
and seek
can continue
maybe I can evade
his violent gaze
and dance
to my melody
another
day
turn it up
louder than my fear
and watch me
escape
myself

touch speak

the angry black
truths
swirling deep inside
my voiceless soul
rest willingly
beneath
your tenderness
touch me
press your love
into my skin
with the brush
of fingertips
light as feathers
the work they do
there
here
oh, everywhere
will never be seen
but the ripple
beneath the surface
is an undercurrent
flush with
medicine
to cure the mute
heated
and sped
throughout me
give me the reason
to ignore
my own
hateful thoughts
wrap me
in want
don’t grip me
in fear
my turbulent heart
is starved
for
your gentle hand
touch me
kiss me
find me
and I
will say
everything

Just a glimpse

I stood on the deserted beach watching jagged, angry shards of ice, deposited by the waves, stack up on each other.

Like brittle, living panes of glass just waiting for a pair of feet to shred.

It was brutally cold and every breath hurt to take in. The thick velour scarf my mother had given me before she died sat frozen at my lips. My fingers inside my wool mittens had gotten too stiff to feel.

I worried for a moment that I might not make it back inside.

But I had to see.

His ship broke open the cove just as the sun made a sliver of fire on the horizon. The ice cover on the bay wasn’t thick, so I knew they would only make one pass.

He stood, behind the rail, alone. A lantern hung by his side. His breath sent plumes of vapor up into the first light of morning. And the breaking sun made the sliver of skin visible around his eyes glow.

My heart pummeled against the inside of my breast.

He lifted a gloved hand to his mouth, pulling the fabric loose so that I might see his smile. It was too far to see properly, really. But my memory colored his lips and made the silver in his whiskers glimmer.

I waved and giggled. I wonder if the sound made it to his ear. I imagined it could, somehow, and whispered my love into the wind.

I watched until I thought I might break.

But I knew I would do it again tomorrow, if it wasn’t too cold. A glimpse was better than nothing. It was enough to stoke the fire in my belly.

Enough to warm me through another day.

Was it was the same for him?

I wonder.