Heartrise

agile night dances 
the tango in ether
under meteor lit skies
raining fire

anticipating shock
that never comes
holding breath
till blue to bone

awake, asleep
flickering screen
heavy lids
betray reality

that i cannot tell
puts me at ease
that it feels real
makes it so

my heart rises
with the dawn
scorched earth retreats
leaves fertile land

my heart rises
avert your gaze
it burns as hot as
a million meteor flares

~ Emily C.

1.18.18

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Faux Stars

your face now returns
in violin cries
your name I played
on these piano keys
the sound of your
movie-theme love
set to words
you scripted me

camera rolling over
big screen fields
sitting alone in
my leather chair
observing a romance
we had wished
knowing reality
was far from fair

close these eyes,
the torture hurts
drape the screen
and up the lights
this silver dream
you wrote
cut my heart
like a jaded knife

aim the spotlight
elsewhere now
your exit showed me
who you are
what you wanted
to take from me…
you knew I’d give
no second thought

so blame this fool
for believing
the prettily painted lies
the sickly sweet honeyed talk
the glittered kisses
from your faux stars

 

~ Em C.

1.3.18

An Only

I understand Emily.

brown recluse in rafters
drawn to darkness’ solitude
— an only among many.

tongue trapped by paper cages,
she, a medium of earth,
mercurial heart, curious soul

I understand Emily,

shy baker and her basket,
thirsty quill and parchment,
waking dreams, nightly visions…

oh, how snow may speak!
draped on window peaks,
contemplating.

I understand Emily,

that retreat is not defeat,
incubating philosophies
as others walk wide asleep.

drawing this life in rhymes,
inhabiting animated mind
away from her time,

— alone with pen, ink dines.

I understand,
Emily.

 

~ Emily C.

 

12.27.17

Warning Signs

will you see my scars,

read them like my map?

trace fingers along

road trip to nowhere,

circling

through my deserted past

pit stops for directions

idling soul sputters:

will you lock your door,

will you hit the gas pedal?

will my scars lead you home?

do they scare you

these marks of pain?

can you handle it,

can you stay?

will you love my scars,

will you collect my broken parts?

I’ve cut myself

on my own shattered heart…

will you ignore the warning signs?

can you take me

back to start?

 

~ Emily C.

12.16.17

To Walk the Hallways

to walk the hallways of my mind tonight
to haunt my own memories
to stalk intangible dreams that die
to wake in twitching mind’s eye

my living ghost paces the day
circles her familiar home
never quite able to tell for sure
whether asleep or living hell

let me wander in darkened rooms
in corridors away from here
where only one holds the key
and she’s kept it hidden away

~ Emily C.

12.12.17

Scored

one tear fell down
into the gorge in his heart.

it traced her memory
splashing blood
as it wound around
the turns and bends
of a life loved and lost.

there…her hello, a kiss.
here…the night of impassioned bliss,
when no one else but them

existed.

the day she came home with eyes
that lied about happiness,
the night she decided to stay,
the morning she ran away…

cut out the flesh of his heart
organically scored
by saline rushes unstopped
by time, free flowing
from inlet to outlet,

one tear
culminating in
a waterfall without end.

 

~ Emily C.

12.7.17

Medicine

my medicine

does not come in a bottle
it is dispensed by the sea

diamond sparkle waves
whipped by wind
orchestrated before me

my medicine

does not come from a doctor
it comes from green trees

from their scent
from the colors of life
shed in fall’s rainbow tears

my medicine

does not come for a fee
it is natural and free

step into outside
open lungs to breathe

just earth
and me

 

 

~ Emily C.

12.2.17