Song Bird

Song bird, did you hear,

The crack of bones on bones,

While you were gliding through the trees,

While you were spinning up a branch-

And landing in your nest with ease?

Song bird, did you feel

The fear soaked sweat, drenching skins of different shades,

Or the heavy weight of hate-

It’s burden all consuming,

Crushing those beneath it and snuffing out their light. 

Song bird, were you scared,

When innocent blood flooded the street?

When desperate gasps for air, for oxygen, for life, 

Were met with ignorant, cold resolve?

Song bird, was it easier-

To burrow deep within your nest,

And avert your eyes from this wrong? 

Or were you simply perched and waiting,

For the flock to swarm,

And echo back your song?

~N.B.

Not Alone

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Sweet flower,

Why did you float away-

On crystal blue waters,

Where you sat and slowly swayed,

Below the dock, I perched and my toes dipped lightly

Forming a ripple, just one, then two, and three,

Circles that widened over crystal blue waters.

Perhaps, sweet flower, you’re going somewhere,

A journey, a mission, a path to follow-

And though my eyes grow moist and my lips may quiver,

I will not grow weak from the time we shared,

But your memories will spark when I need them the most.

And time is a sea monster, but never will I faulter

Because, sweet flower, I carry you with me,

But until I go and leave from this dock,

My clouded eyes will sit here and watch

As the golden sky sinks low unto the place where its from,

An orange hew bounces off the blue waters,

And you float away, towards the sun.

-N.B.

Forget

We must forget the bitter past.

Shaking in the wind

Wilting in the fire,

Ablaze, cuts sharp, fringed at the edges.

Jaded flower, rootless stem,

Hold you ground,

Hear the sound,

Of nothing but the splash-

Of cold water on scorched skin.

….

We must forget the bitter past.

Thirsty soil seeks the rain,

Blind petals pray for light.

Heavy clouds lay down your grief,

And thunder down the rain’s relief.

-N.B.

The Fool

 

What a fool I have been,

Playing victim to the torment in my head.

What a tool I have been,

Sharpening the edges of my own damning blade.

What sorrow I have felt,

When I am the maker of my own salty tears.

Today this ends.

What a seed I now am,

Burying myself deep in rich soil

Soon to rise again.

-N.B.

 

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Nevermore

Ensconce me in your warmth,

And wrap my skin in sweet joy.

Bite deep, like a leech-

Sucking away until every last drop-

Of loneliness excretes- from this desperate soul,

Before I sink too low.

Days of isolation sting sharp,

Like a fresh cut.

Raw, oozing blood,

Pooling at the seams of these poorly sewn stitches.

For which I am to blame-

For I am the seamstress,

Sewing tight my own demise.

And I am the surgeon-

Cutting out my hollowed eyes.

For they have done me a disservice,

And I no longer see the light.

Nevermore have I needed hope.

Nevermore have I needed sight.

-N.B.

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If Reason Could

If Reason Could
If for no one else, for me.
I cannot continue living in this half baked hell,
This space-time continuum,
This worm hole of doubt.
I need out-
Of this ever receding hope,
Frustrating confusion.
I’m like a cream puff
Stuffed-
With anger,
As fake laughter trickles up your throat of lies.
Who am I,
But a product of disaster,
A child of the chaos-
That kicks and screams in your mind.
Only respite is to run,
Exit stage left of this show.
No encore, please, I’m tired.
Your point is said, not made.
Paranoia strikes again,
The chaos has won you over.
If only reason fell like rain,
For the soil beneath to absorb,
For seeds of peace to sprout anew.
Then this sickness could excrete from your mind,
And we could rejoice with what’s left of our time.
-N.B.

An Ode to Love

Tell me what it means to be happy,

Because in this moment,

I can not breathe.

As my heart’s song fills the deep valleys of my lungs,

no words escape my tongue,

But bleed purple ink on worn paper.

 

Tell me what it is to love,

The cracks between your fingers.

To know them like my own,

To mend these broken bones,

And convert my jaded tones.

To fill the wells of tears I shed,

And breathe in the sky with these wings, you spread.

 

Tell me how blind eyes see the desires of my soul?

Because the girl who dwells inside,

is awestruck by your light,

Murmuring sounds of pure delight.

Cheerful liquid fills my eyes,

Peering into yours, there are no lies.

Thou, who sees through my puzzled skin,

And paints strokes of beauty, deep within.

-N.B.