I wandered the sunsets endlessly,
Stepped into each river
To block its flow carelessly.
You watched me shiver,
You never warned my bones.
I stepped into a river,
But it did not take me home.
My feet chased gold and silver,
My eyes looked up to gods.
“Nothing will ever fill her,”
They said, wrapping me in rods.
The heaven is a silent killer.
I escaped through the woods
And I cried red into the river
In your neighborhood.
-JW
The anger flooded my basement and blocked the attic door.
It was the right time to leave,
But, as usual, I reached for more.
Now I am six hours away from the place I once called home
With no tricks up my sleeve,
Burning alive on an empty road.
You took me apart and then killed those I considered dear.
I can only grieve,
Kneeling obediently as the death nears.
The flames surround me, they form a crown above my head.
You branded me a thief
When I took back all I have bled.
And now the frames slow down, my vision grows blurry.
What an ending, so bittersweet,
The perfect allegory.
-JW
Chant hexes at me from the hotel roof,
Wish on the star you always promised me.
We are drifting, alone, just counting spooks,
Building the next rotten dynasty.
Print your little white lies on T-shirts,
Maybe then someone will buy them.
We agreed to never leave the shore.
Now we are lost, and the lights are blinding.
Drop me like ice-cream on the boulevard,
Shake me awake with the breeze.
We always played it, but never smart,
Now we hide our smirks in the debris.
Abandon your morals at a stranger’s house,
Tell me all about it five years later.
We are getting lost inside the grand chaos
But at least they cannot call us traitors.
-JW
The cherry tree only blossoms once a year.
Our love runs on empty every day of the week.
I could not leave out the burning red fear.
They said I was cheap, they said I was weak.
The city parks trembled as we waltzed through,
Even the streets shattered under the pressure.
My intuition was strong, but it needed proof,
It needed to teach them all a lesson.
September approached us with little grace
As we were trying to put our lives back together.
The days ticked away, shooting love into space.
You promised we were birds of a feather.
When I was not looking, you cut down the tree
And fed it to quidnuncs with the sharpest teeth.
You made me their beast to set yourself free.
They thanked you for the fresh prey
As they chased me down in the heath.
-JW
Your lips bloom like forbidden gardens during an eclipse.
My pride shrieks but the heavens keep singing.
I stole my own power away from my fingertips,
But I cannot hear the truth when my ears are ringing.
You have heard my lies at least a hundred times.
The excuses never cut it, do not pretend they did.
We jumped to conclusions, thinking it would suffice,
But I loved you despite all the lust I once hid.
A part of me always hoped they would condemn me –
Therefore, I buried your name like a dirty secret.
The tip of the iceberg was peeking out already.
Once all was said and done, I could no longer keep it.
I could no longer keep us.
Maybe throwing our love away was better than sweeping it under the carpet.
Now I am watching people who want to be us,
Thinking back on how it all started.
-JW
My reflection dances in your irises,
It twirls and sparkles like moonlight.
I tend to keep my own promises
But I get swallowed into your highs.
You were right, we never mattered.
The more I pushed, the further you ran.
Between the breaths you muttered,
You drained me in bottles and cans.
Now I barely remember your scent
And how you pushed me away.
I even forget about how far I went,.
Time turns the moonlight into clay.
-JW
They wrote about me in their magazines.
They only showed photos of me and you smiling.
They only remembered the perfect scenes.
She was jealous and he was not lying, no,
Just wondering where the passion grew obscene.
They painted you with the purity of snow,
They framed your photos, called them evergreen.
My face was dimly lit in your final show.
And they called me a monster for being mean,
Tried to kill me with vultures and crows.
They wrote about me in their magazines.
They only showed photos of me and you smiling.
-JW
Your webs are ripping me into pieces.
They are swallowing me, twisting me.
With surgical precision, you are cutting my story into scrambled thesis,
And I am yet to discover the place where my peace is.
With your claws on my waist testing me,
I let the red fog bury my reasons.
But I was once a different person –
Striking blurry truths with my honesty.
There is, however, only so much a soul can take before turning to arson.
Now I am waving my goodbyes to a far sun,
Washing my palms in liquid modesty,
Listening as they say to you:
“Never lower the bar, son.”
I guess it is true –
No mercy for the wicked, no escape for the fooled.
-JW
My neck bends to your winds and spells out every sentence you mutter.
I am enchanted by your hexes as my spite slides down into the gutter.
Not that long ago I volunteered to be one of your muses,
But you rearranged my words like a puzzle, and I politely refused the music.
My arms swing into your winds and cry for your love in the darkest hour.
I am stuck between your teeth with the rest of my world that you devoured.
No, I did not ask you for much, but you were still unconvinced.
Now white walls talk to you in dozens of voices
And I am gone with the winds.
-JW
The rusty iron rods feel like feathers on my chest.
Don’t worry, don’t you decompress,
Just try to do your best
As you’re dealing with your own god complex.
The acid is dripping down my sides in harmony.
It’s not about what you thought of me,
It’s about how you reigned judgement of those who were free
Because you live in fallacies.
I am not your queen, I am not a lady.
Burn the lines if they seem too hazy.
You’re afraid because you just cannot make me into a mirage
With a weak voice and hands that are shaky.
All you want is pedal to the metal.
You’ve only been someone’s first choice when they settled.
I get it, love, it must hurt to fall off the saddle,
So you channel your resentment into the corporate ladder.
And the knives feel gracious on my tongue.
Go and teach a lesson to the young,
Set an example on how to drown a voice yet unsung
As you’re desperately removing my gurgling lungs.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 