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No Pardons

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You set fire to the hills I nourished back to life,

You poisoned the rivers and sharpened the knives.

In the grand confusion, I gave up all my reason

And watched as the smoke turned darker each season.

The greenery grew paler with each word you spoke.

I knew there was no escape, so I became a ghost –

A fantasy, a tale to tell kids in winter evenings.

You liquidated my story, changed its real meaning.

As I stood in the dust of what was once a garden,

You said those undying words:

“One more chance to ask for a pardon.”

-JW

Losing Track

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The tree lines become crooked

As I step in their direction.

I know my crimes have been lurid

But I could use some protection.

The moss hides from my boots,

It crawls away and screams.

My hair entangles with roots

As leaves hide the light beams.

I still carry on, I fight them,

Yet – the thorns gash my ankles.

The bags feel ten pounds lighter,

Still, the air bites and rankles.

The exit must be close,

I can hear the river floating nearby.

Branches hold onto my clothes,

But I push forward

With one last battle cry.

-JW

Better On Paper

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I write about you as a ghost story from my past

Even when you are a part of my future.

I act nostalgic, hoping this will pass,

But nature can never beat nurture.

When I try to run away, the map changes,

The road spins underneath my feet.

My compass hides between sages,

It misdirects me toward defeat.

And I still write about you in past tenses,

I pretend it is my sentiment talking –

Even when I still wear your rosy lenses,

Even when you catch me sleepwalking.

Yet, I still sneak out every evening.

The tree line twists and blocks my way.

Despite my legs once again bleeding,

I reach for the sunset and scarlet red rays.

Anew I write like you never existed.

The words mourn my disoriented truth.

I wish I could run but my path is twisted,

I know it is always tied to you.

-JW

My Hourglass

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The time runs by,

And I can hear myself ticking.

It is this broken clock within,

It is this faded clipping

That tells me smudged lies

And calls peace a compromise.

But I am running low in ink,

Graphite will not suffice.

Minutes pass in a blink.

I am losing the disguise,

Crouched over the kitchen sink,

Pulling out my own eyes.

And the time runs by,

I can hear myself clicking.

My hourglass cracks into two,

My memories start slipping.

-JW

Note #623

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Your voice felt like ice water on my warm skin on a summer day.

As you were approaching me, they warned you –

But you still found a way.

Your words untangled my worries, they soothed the burns and aches.

I kept on wondering whether you made it in time

Or was it way too late.

Your scent wrapped around us like an ungodly string, indestructible…

Little did I know back then –

Even promises can turn cold and corruptible.

Your eyes gave me shelter but the winds were still way too biting.

My fingers held onto your cheeks for hours.

Still, you let them take me without fighting.

-JW

Note #225

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The cold water never truly invigorates me.

I keep comparing everyone else to you.

After a month they get tired of my company.

But, baby, believe me – I do too.

Somehow it is always your opinion

That stays much closer to the truth.

I counted your mistakes and got to a million.

I still miss the way you played a brute.

But even though the hope is fading,

My head is still under the water, so frozen.

They said my lips were not for waiting,

They called my heart an endless ocean.

Somehow you knew it was a lie.

Still, you watched as my face turned blue.

The cold water never got me high.

But, baby, believe me – never did you.

-JW

Burnout

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The kitchen sink is leaking for the third day in a row.

I keep re-watching the tragedy unfold,

Sitting in the first row.

My bedsheets trap me in chain-like embrace.

I cannot leave, no.

The night has lost its honest face.

There is no one to call, no one to answer the cries.

Reality seems so fragile,

It is only hardened by lies.

And the windowsill speaks my mother tongue.

What a shame – burning so bright

To burn out so young.

-JW

Ode To Rain

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Just watch as they paint us

In charcoal and jet.

The rain will not save us

From yesterday’s regrets.

And they will not stay here

As the fields overfloat,

As we drown in the dark fear

With water in our throats.

But let them look away,

Let them say we deserve this.

Today is the day

When we break the surface.

Sometimes pressure is a gun,

Unloaded yet dismal.

Just watch them all run

Away from the drizzle.

-JW

Under The Surface

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Wait for me as the sea retreats,

Watch as it slips back into its seat

And waves when I disappear.

My home’s deep under the surface,

Where only the water circles.

It strangles my circuits.

Do not turn off the light beneath.

The abyss needs to feed,

It is looking up at your feet.

Never trust the darkness below

As it lurks, wanting you to slow.

And wait for me as the sea retreats,

Breathe out once more,

Then follow me into the heat.

-JW

Paradise Unnoticed

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Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?

I am still undecided, unsure about which truth I should believe.

We both stick to our own guns only trusting what we can perceive.

Maybe the time is finally right to take a moment and breathe.

But all I know for now is that you are walking down my street.

The front door keeps my secret covered as the moonlight bleeds.

Not sure if you will pass me by or come and take what you need.

Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?

I keep looking for answers like a dog chasing autumn leaves.

Some stare in disbelief but I know they have long called us thieves.

Maybe the time is finally right to sit down and grieve

The love we lost between darkening sky, between crooked front teeth.

I look back and wonder how the paradise went unnoticed under our feet.

We danced around in lavender silk, forgetting reason and sleep.

The rest moved on, but we were kicked out right into the deep.

Do you think the moon will shatter my porcelain skin once you leave?

-JW