I stole their ammo and ran away with the winds.
Wild animals followed me,
They carried my sins.
I hope they know I am not a traitor, I am not a fiend.
Whenever it gets dim,
I just level the field.
My shoes shattered under they venomous arrows.
But I kept running,
Sold my own bone marrow.
I stole their ammo and ran away with the winds.
Wild animals followed me,
They carried my sins.
-JW
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
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
They kneel before me as I enter the city.
No knives, no boots,
Just some hope behind layers of pity.
I will never surrender, I will never cave.
This is my home,
No need for me to play this brave.
My dark thoughts work better alone.
The misery never leaves,
It whispers, curses and moans.
But I dream about my city when I sleep.
This is my haven,
This is the heart I wear on my sleeve.
And they kneel as I am ready to dive in.
No fear, no dreams.
Just some salvation, perfectly silent.
-JW
I fear stillness and putting down roots.
Home is needless
If you only think after you shoot.
When you live on pins and needles,
Nothing is safe.
Be it graveyards or grand cathedrals,
Be it deep sea caves.
-JW
My skull is a long-lost ship adrift in its own boiling darkness.
It smears my thoughts with soot, hiding blades in deep waters.
The daggers only leave scarlet scars if I pull them out weeping.
Searing misdeeds call for my neck whenever I try sleeping.
It has been months since I have seen shore or even a beacon.
The hope overflows each morning, but every night I get weaker.
My anthracite tears drip slow like honey, they burn with rage.
My head is a snarling beast, captured and locked in a gilded cage.
-JW
The feathers fall on weathered tombstones.
All the candles are dripping bright orange wax,
And the lights are calling me home.
Shapeless branches cover me like a blanket.
I hide from the moonlight yet another night,
Seeking out shadow to thank it.
Leaves get tangled in my hair with spiderwebs.
There is not a single soul around in these trees.
I give up my common sense.
Tranquil whispers shuffle in the distance
As I waste myself away hour after long hour,
Searching for a sinless existence.
-JW
You pick and choose the colors you assign to my halo
While my ribs are bursting open like volcanoes.
My worth is always equal to how much I lie for you,
After all that I did you still try to hide my truth.
I paint myself in gold, but you erase all my glory.
The more I obey, the more you twist my stories.
There is nowhere to escape, only pressure on my chest.
My lips are painted grey as you tell me to rest.
You crush my lungs between the tips of your fingers.
The sound cracks in half and the violence lingers.
You pick and choose the spots where you cut me open.
As I bleed out dry, they still look for a motive.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 