The bridges must burn before the moon loses warmth
And I must confess my love while I still carry wrath.
Times untangle themselves in these mirages and visions,
And stones cast shadows that cause great division.
I have no place in my pockets for moments or hours,
And my lips spill secrets that make my friends sour.
What if I downsize this life and sell pain like portraits?
The bridges must burn if they cannot afford it.
-Jackie
There is no sun to silence my sorrow with its rays,
There is no wind to lure in my dark and hazy days.
I dream but I know that I should keep it at bay
Because hope is an ocean destined to break my dismay.
-Jackie
The paper flowers on the windowsill died of thirst,
And I crumbled under my own raindrops every evening.
Ghouls danced on the metal roof until the red dawn.
The sun rose from the meadow,
And I forgot what I was grieving.
-Jackie
He stares at the gate like will could change the times
And bring my ashes back to where we once began.
The rain puts him in rusty shackles of pain,
But no amount of faith can make him a good man.
He bows his head and bids his farewells each morning,
And each night he buries another dead hope.
There is no one to tell him, no one to notice
How he keeps me trapped in his velvet ropes.
-Jackie
The coat hangs by the wide wooden door
And even its smell can’t make me stay.
I was your ground and your marble floor,
Yet you burned our home every other day.
-Jackie
The framed photos of us lasted longer than the promises
The sweet nothings spoken too soon
And bullets dodged too late
The framed photos of us survived seven house fires
The flames licked the stained glass
But did not dare to touch fate
-Jackie
The thorns drew blood
As I walked through the hills.
I quit the chainsmoking,
Threw out the white pills.
The sky broke down
While I reached the peak.
My gaze was angry
But my legs were weak.
-Jackie
I tipped off the driver
I made the wheels turn
It was me all along
Let the confessions burn
I rigged your numbers
I paid off your debts
Was I the love of your life
Or just a petty regret?
-Jackie
The charcoal clouds above her head parted
just so that the lightning could hit her twice.
She did not take joy in leaving heaven,
but she preferred it over getting compromised.
The ground beneath her feet got muddy.
She was sure that the gods will drown her out.
As she opened her lips to curse the black sky,
the rain muffled her furious shouts.
-Jackie
Your wings left scars on my pale back,
Your stories gave me chapters I didn’t write.
Your red waters sunk my escape tracks,
And painted the calmest sea angry and white.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 