Callow In Nature, Its Who I Am

Callow In Nature, It’s Who I Am

blending my tears with the shower rain

callow in nature, it’s who I am

while my room feels like a casket

where I rot in day and night

a reflection of my mind, of my thoughts

I wither away with the tunes

Swallow my name, burning in the bed I made

Pretend I’m a phoenix, I rise from the ashes of my laments

Wingspan the size of the amount of my tortured convictions

But then again the dream has to end

As smoke begins to fill my lungs

And the ashes begin to stain my legs

Carbon filled walls, so many locked doors

I wave goodbye, the dreamland

The wingspan shrinks as the size of a birds heart

Carefully coming back to the ice cold bed they made me to lay

I wish I knew better, next time, maybe

later

today?

modus operandi

It’s all I do

I write

I write

I write

and I think too much

Musing in blue

Collecting dust in my cerebrum

no métier to rely on

folios fulfilling their tasks

notes app

ink stained fingers

Crystal clear water glass

Musing ceaselessly

A way of life.

It’s Time to Get Happy

Remember when you were young?

You prayed to shine just like the sun

But now, where does your mind lay?

Turning off for nothing

You try to rearrange it, but end up going insane

You change your hair and your smile

As it slowly fades away

A world burning outside your door

We all can feel the heat

The flames reaching you

But, you know you can’t contain yourself forever

Kaleidoscope eyes

Golden heart

Diamonds for teeth

Chocolate dripping from your hair

Honey scented

You walk through the snow with a beaming smile

Even when you’re smiling, we can hear your sights

Tired of trying

Looking at the weakness in the skies

A reflection of your heart

You keep on trying to break free

As the worms eat into your brain

And all you can say is “You got to go someday”

Months past

April

May

Now, July

How in God’s name did you survive?

That fragile Capricorn

The softness of your Cancer

Mistaken your kindness for weakness

As the snow that falls from the skies

Chill wind through your soul

Grown with curiosity

Watching as the skies get light

While writing your poetry

It’s time to get happy

Because nothing last forever

Only your love could ever

And with the “Slow, graceful flow of age”

Doing it for fun and for free

Peace in the quiet nights

No disturbance of silence

You are finally free.

“Nurture the Wounds” poetry album by Marlene. Out March 8th, 2024. On all streaming platforms.

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Hey You!

Hey you!

Take a look at the moon

silver shine

soft light

Hey you!

Do you know who I am?

no one yet

will you get to know me right?

Can we talk about tomorrow, while we forget yesterday?

In the darkness of the hour

in the park, in the shed

Hey you!

I love you

Is all I been wanting to say.

Paper Thoughts

The paper does not judge

The paper does not seek

It absorbes the ink

It makes it travel through lines and lines of woodcuts

telling stories, truths, lies, myths of the holders mind

it won’t shrink at your tears

it won’t joke at your laugh

it won’t make you feel anything

it will just let you be right

your stories

your truth

your lies

it doesn’t know better

it doesn’t know worst

it’s just simply yours

no one will know

no one to show

the paper won’t judge a single word.