Take me to through the fields of silver
Where all fates float like rivers.
Take me down the steepest hills
Where they hide away our wills.
Let me risk it, let me be saved
When I take the road less paved.
Let me stand up and let me fall
When my ego grows ten feet tall.
Run me over if I disobey you,
Pull me apart unless I pay you.
Run me like a show, bright and loud.
Call me from the dark to kill the crowd.
-JW
My skin is taking your form.
It adjusts to every edge.
The vessels are blue and scorned,
Feet hanging over the ledge.
What did I expect, truly?
Your words launch like rockets.
And your tongue is unruly,
Asking me to empty the pockets.
But you never seem to mind
When I put my life on the line.
You curse out my breed and kind,
Rotting everything that is ripe.
(Still, I tell them it is fine.)
-JW
“I will grow into my name.”
The courage builds up in my chest,
It does not respond to shame.
Leave the selfless thoughts with all the rest.
I will grow into my name
As it rings across these silent waters
With no one to take the blame
Except all the disgraceful fathers.
I will grow into my name,
Make it mine, with no exceptions.
Let me taste the limelight and the fame,
Let me shatter in seven directions.
-JW
Come in, don’t you hesitate, push over the papers.
The room hasn’t changed since they moved in this April.
Her laptop’s slowly drowning in a red pool.
The dead plants break their necks, dissolving all proof.
Ignore the putrid smell, the windows won’t open.
He nailed them shut as he trapped her like a rodent.
The carpet’s still bruised from the many stab wounds,
And the walls bleed crimson, ready to be in the news.
Come in, don’t hesitate, step over her remains.
It’s been a few months but no one’s noticed a change.
She will slowly rot away until late September.
No one will remember ‘til they hear she’s been dismembered.
And the mail will pile up as the seasons keep changing,
The excuses in their minds will stop rearranging.
So they’ll have to come in and face the truth –
She was always right when she called him a brute.
-JW
The carousel ride never ends.
We spin with the Gravitron,
Spilling glitter on our intents.
And they call us graceless,
They stomp on the lights.
The kaleidoscope covers us
As hungry fire ignites.
Once the sparklers cover the sky,
I hold your hand tightly,
Knowing this is the very last time
These memories will find me…
But our carnival never ends,
Even if it kills us nightly.
-JW
Don’t deny my hate,
Don’t tell yourself those stories
To save your own fate.
Drop the allegories,
Don’t twist and spin.
The moment you left,
You knew you wouldn’t win.
Go, carry your debt
With your heart of tin.
You sealed your doom,
Wrote it in roses.
Accept your gloom
As the door closes.
-JW
My scalp gets mixed with the greyest gravel.
They laugh and watch as my spine unravels.
I am forbidden from screaming out loud,
But my chest growls louder than a furious crowd.
The tension is high, and I let it simmer.
They cannot drown an innocent sinner.
So, I bow my head, let it touch the sharp rocks,
As they double check every single lock.
No, there is no way out, do not even bother.
Welcome to war, my rotten sisters and brothers.
This is where it all starts, in my bloody palms.
“Be careful about who you keep on your knees,
Be careful about who you harm.”
-JW
The river tried to lick my wounds
But they were too sour.
As the cold water drowned my words,
I counted down the hours.
Stars sighed, hiding on the horizon,
And I burned my apologies.
The sound of the sirens
Broke my painted-on serenity.
I allowed it to become a part of me –
But now the stream is stealing it.
It is sealing shut the honesty,
Opening my flesh wider,
Destroying instead of healing it.
-JW
I looked through the oblivion,
And the rage I found still follows me.
It encapsulates my rotten core,
It drowns me when I fall asleep.
But I can never keep my secrets,
Even with the blades nearby.
Right at the corners of my mind
Muck monsters sing me lullabies.
My vessels punch a hole in me
Right when the darkness reappears.
The oblivion looks back at me,
Inflating all my sharpest fears.
-JW
Every thought dripping out of my bleeding head falls onto the pavement.
It keeps getting lost in translation,
Keeps getting intertwined in noisy brawls for cheap entertainment.
Maybe it is my imagination telling you to listen up,
Even though I know you will ignore it.
So, I will drain your memory in long ruptured cups.
But I will not pass your house without swiping away an inky regret –
There is something about us I still hold dear…
Do not wait me to spill it, do not hold your breath.
You know we made bridges crumble with the acid rivers we cried.
Remember when they used to call us inconvenient?
Even though I could swear to the heavens we tried.
And now I am smearing my thoughts on the sidewalk where we said our farewells.
I know you come here too when they are not looking.
(Do you also daydream you could go back and choose hell?)
Give me a sign and I will make the booking.
As usual, I will never tell.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 