creatures such as we

Another murdered midnight

under a starless sky

The words between us hang heavy

like the weight of the secrets we keep

Love is a cruel deception

for creatures such as we,

living in perpetual drought

If I could only tell you the toll it takes

being one of your lost causes

I hate it, though neither of us is innocent

The truth echoes among us

When I close my eyes the red rope tightens

I think of all the things we do in the dark

the silence sings as the rain starts

~Melanie Thomason

8/5/21

Are you lost?

Are you awake??

Don’t you

Have anything to say?

Have anything worth sharing?

Have anything you hold near and/or dear to you?

Why are you

Living a generic life?

Marinating in mediocrity?

Determined to be distant?

Are you asleep??

Are you lost ?

Don’t you

think anymore?

Wake up before you float away into nothingness.

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

Chasing Happiness

The ways of love are tricky to ascertain

and I’ve wasted too many years trying to wrap my head around things I can never understand.

I keep chasing happiness but find myself stumbling,

hanging over the edge, trying to cling to those fleeting moments that bubble up as laughter,

ascend and float away.

My new found hope melts as cotton candy on tongue

and once again death is so close I can feel it’s breath on the back of my neck.

Words have a way of burrowing under my skin and I descend again into despair

as I am reminded of all that I am not…

all that I should have been.

The pain is to just too real to pack away with past grievances.

Too real to disregard.

I’m a loser,

but not in the way that you think.

I’m a loser insomuch as I cannot win.

~Melanie Thomason

7/6/2020

Okay ~NaPoWriMo Day 10 (I’m late!)

So today is the 12th day of NAPoWriMo 2020!  I said i would write a poem each day for the moth of April….and I missed the last couple days.  So I decided I could keep beating myself up and call myself a failure and just give it up OR I could play catch up…which is what I’m going to do!  So here is my poem for day 10:

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

“I’m okay,” I say to you

as much as to myself

and neither of us believes it

as my voice is rough from tears

but “you’re alive and that’s a good thing” is your gentle reassurance

and that will have to do for now

things have been better

but boy have they been worse

things are different or is it me who is different?

either way we always get through it somehow

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who was it that said, “the more things change the more they stay the same?”

~Melanie Thomason

4/12/2020

Image by Roland Mey from Pixabay and i added the text…feel free to use it!

“Screw you, lover boy.”

Image by Walter Bichler from Pixabay

 

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“Screw you, lover boy.”

I’ve said it in my head so many times

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You break my heart each midnight

& come to mend it again each noon

I’m so sick of the same old song and dance

and you have been given chance after chance

but you refuse to learn a different tune

Now I’ve lost the will and the desire to fight

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See, you’ve tied me up and hung yourself

with the very same length of rope

I’m finally standing up for myself

“Forgive you?” This time, it’s a nope!

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“Screw you, lover boy.”

You’ve finally crossed my lines

~Melanie Thomason

2/15/2020

 

i bite my thumb at me

oh woe is the state of me

am I beyond repair?

if’t be true mine heart lies at the city centre

wherefore doth it not get along with its neighbor brain

which dwells near by in northern suburb?

thoughts after all bringeth forth emotion

and though synapse art wearied and has’t suffered damage

they doth still transit thither

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2018

***I asketh thee, please forgive mine feeble attempts at sounding “Shakespearean” and the resulting butchery.