Stormy

Stormy

There is always commotion under my surface

Turning about, it swells and fades

Like a storm, there is no plan or purpose

Just a need to wreck what's in my way

I wish somehow I could spare you

From the violence of my reckless life

But if you leave the storm would continue

And I would not have the calming of your light

And nothing would ever calm me without your light

G.W. Wright

Gingerly

Gingerly
I must be
cautious
with this one
it's fragile
and I'm clumsy
with such things
watch it
my arm is
moving too quickly
steady
easy
slow
put away the
dustpan
I won't need it
not this time
that was close
I can't let my
feet
get ahead of
my head
like so many times
before
or else
this one
more beautiful
than the others
will end up
shattered
like the rest

The Avatar

Open ended endings ever lending to an open hand
Endlessly relentless needing filled but never filling in

Open wide and take it. Wasting, wonder if it ever stops
Endlessly devour wounded, worried, weeping broken hearts

Carelessly divided, never even. Never even cared
Recklessness is wrecking wreaking havoc on the naked bare

Carelessly decided to deny the chance to change the course
Recklessness is wretched when the wicked warp with no remorse

Who is this? The avatar. Walking tall, incarnate sin
How could he ever come to face the faces of faceless dead

Who is this? Thrown overboard. Flailing, drowning in the womb
How could he learn to touch the truth? His body in an open wound

g.e. wright

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From this angle...

You were always so hard to forget
you'd linger in a room
after you'd left
you'd cloud minds
muddle thoughts
interrupt lovely
daydreams
at least to me you did
I remember everything
your touch
your scent
your smile
the venom you spat when
you found out
and now
the thing I remember the most
is how your shoes looked
as I watched you walk away
lying on the ground
your lace was untied

One Shot Wednesday: A Sonnet

My hands are a blistered, burned reminder
Singing simple warning shots
Of the fire that is all around her
I've danced with danger until I've dropped

I touch, they peel. My mind explodes
Each surge deserving of her voice
Poignant purpose of palindromes
Multiplicity in her every choice

No hope for healing hands of grace
Or lips to cleanse my ashen mind
Memories mirror will now replace
The face of every love I find

But by favor of the autumn wind
Am I given a chance to feel again?