Lovely Bones

I think God forgot
to wrap her bones.

Missed off
the outer layers
of existance.

So all that was
exposed
was the twine
holding her together.

I think God forgot
to wrap her bones.

Once

I use to believe
in once-upon-a-time.
then you showed me how quickly
a fairy tale could grow cold.

This was the beginning
of my growing old.

I?

You asked me
who I am?
I got to thinking
and all these words
floated round.
but I couldn’t
focus on any.
And then it hits me…
there
there lays the answer.
Nothing.
What if I’m nothing?

From where you are

Where did we disappear to?

Was it through the crack
of the floorboards
into this nothingness?

Past the hiding places?

Beyond the illusion
of everything you comprehend
into that which you cannot grasp?

Devotion

If I wanted a
deep hymn of devotion
then I am a
million miles away
from where
i expected to be

You offer no
glorious psalm
no
happy ever after

and a

million miles away

doesn't seem
that far.

A certain truth

I could be one of those
tiny marks upon the page,
slight and insignificant,
softly wandering amongst
the faceless voids sketched out
in grey and black.
Waiting,
to worship the ground
upon which you tread gently.
Watching,
as you leave
no trace of bitterness.
And if the tear
should fall on your page
would you acknowledge
a lesser known truth;
in the anonymous crowd
I blended in
and a daily battle for survival
became beauty incarnate.

The other room

Calling
from the other room.

Somewhere
I connect the two.
And
it all falls apart.

The promise of all that could be

In waking moments,

unearthed,
uncovered,
unloved,

left cold,

I became of me
what no more could be,
the beautiful fairytale
untold.