How Many

white wooden crosses
waiting in the shed
nameless and claimed

they stack up
for future news days ahead

the children of the future
massacres
living out their numbered days

smiling goodbyes to parents
normal weekdays
mask the threat

to school for learning
how to run or hide?
to school for fearing
sounds of death
in hallways pockmarked
with bullets and blood

white wooden crosses
waiting in the shed

how many will be made
how many must die
how much death

how many children
how many futures
how many screams
how many last goodbyes

how many
how many

how much will it cost
how many hearts stopped
how many guns bought
how many bullets shot
how many crosses
how many tears

how many
how many

they don’t answer
because money is louder
than the questions

than the screams
than the tears
than the lives

than truth

~ Em C.

5.23.18

 

Master Carpenter Creates Cross Memorial Outside Santa Fe High

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Burnt Pearls

pearls speckle velvet sky,
                      dotted around her neck
fair face he saw in space,
                           true love he can’t regret

for every time he gazes
                      above the jilted earth
with toes firmly planted
                           in indifferent blades of grass:

the weight of her loss
                      suffocates him complete
his air becomes hers,
                           her wings elevate

lifted to the fabric of time,
                      a memory sketched
for him, she would paint
                           her love in constellations

is this the premonition
                      that came far too late? 
their painful parting broke
                           this magnetic enchantment

as fast as they collided,
                     they equally repelled
a fire too hot to burn forever,
                           a destiny befallen

pearls drop into the dewy grass,
                      burning blackest holes
she cries in stars,
                           his was the only love she knew…

truer than all that has passed,
                      truer than cosmos’ rigid rules

he reassembles her,
                          burnt pearl by burnt pearl

 

 

~ Em C. ~

2.27.18

How Silent My True Song

i live amongst the stars
and i have lost my way
traveling on dark paths
no longer in the sky

if i close my eyes
their images appear
i can almost touch them
far from me yet near

i live in conjured clouds
floating like the sea
rolling with the wind
forever blowing me

for too long have i sunk
to ground, a leaden rock
burrowing in soil, hiding head
from daylight’s dark

i live where animals roam
their aimless purpose clear:
survival of the fittest ones,
raw death meets beauty’s flair

separated from my flock
parted from my breed
tracks followed only led
to dead end muddy caves

i live where laughter flies
its freely flitting notes
written in music staves
strumming at the heart

how quiet my voice has been
how silent my true song
waiting for the proper key
for listening loves, to whom
i might belong

~ Em ~

2.12.18

So She Shivers

like an abused animal,
she shivered,

craving love and touch,
yet fearing them like the hands
of the ones who struck
her when she risked all.

beat when baring heart,
bruised, her soul

tearing apart
all the true love she’s denied,

punishing the honest
while damning herself.

no more thinking
about what could be…

it hurts to know
what’s missing.

so she shivers…

tending to her wounds,
keeping a cocked eye open
at the corner of the world
that aims her way,

wary

it may be the one this time…
and that

she’ll have to say no
just in case

it isn’t.

 

~  Em ~

2.8.18

Imprints

the smell of lovers stains her hands
as sweet woodsmoke,

lingers
in waking dreams

she drifts

along tides left by the leavers
who yanked anchors and swam

heads lost bob
on distant window horizon

the faceless gray nameless
destined for a cursed never

caught in swirling whirlpool
cycling like moon, they come,

they go — she stays —

treading in the bedding
her hands companions,

the lamplight sun casts shadows
in foothill creases of sheets

ironed there by bodies bare,
tattooed imprint on her skin

reminders

where two once were, one

— one is now none

~ Em ~

2.4.18

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

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