Embody me In the song you sing In your written prose With the words you grieve Portray me With the ink your pen spills Like every lie you’ve told Like every hope you’ve killed Devour me With your lust For nothing else moves me For no one else, for no one else
Sound of me
In the evening The dark of day Where thoughts are dead And ambitious That may seem senseless But for someone Whose eyes are closed Who lives through voice Yet the world Is not ready For the sound of me
Shades of Silence
When all you can do is scream A certain kind of self sabotage Only because you don’t allow yourself to be heard You walk around in all different colors In a light, so dim Unnoticed Shades of black and grey bleed inside Silently So quietly that you’d confuse drowning with simply fading away And that…
Circus Tickets
“It’s hard to crawl out of my head” You said… I get it Yet, your reasoning sickens me Come one, come all For the circus is on tonight Funny It’s funny how those who act like lions are the very ones eaten by their own thoughts When I was green and blue and creased, And…
I’m No Poet
I’m no poet Though I play with words The same way you play me My silent need to provoke To earn what? Since any attention is positive And neither is something I gain from you I went out looking for you today Through red and yellow of spring Though imagined Almost if seeing grayscale Was…
Like Open Fire
Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill They say suffering is a choice But my suffering is an open battle The bleeding. The dying. And the yelling won’t cease When you’re told you’re like an atomic bomb Detonated, and everything’s gone When you feel like a stampede Like a forest fire Like open…
Twelve glass stars in June
It’s like the ocean Incessant The way it washes over you An hourglass moment Before you taste, saline By then, the universe is dark Infinite shards of glass You’re alone, It’s vast, It’s cold You no longer feel your legs For you’ve forgotten they’re even there And so you let the waves take you Beyond…
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What’s it called when you feel everything and nothing all at once? I don’t think I’ve ever understood “forever” until that day Memory is a time travelling machine There I am As I approach your corner Red brick under a bright clear future inviting me to see that sea of red While your mother attempts…
Lilith
There once was a woman who lived in fear She wrapped all her memories and kept them near She boarded the windows and locked all the doors She bleached all the bedrooms and mopped all the floors She lingered awhile ‘cos she knew he was there All covered in dirt but so unaware There’s blood…
You can’t hear it but it’s there
Words are nothing but breaths taken with meaning So many words that that haven’t been spoken but felt Mj Blasco Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise
The Ambivalence of Love
As we contemplate every breath Its purpose, raw like cold air We’re faced with truths Naught but others’ perception When you’re caught in vines And too weak to let loose From his touch Burning. Deleterious Stares, harsh as headlights from an impatient motor humming in the distance Choices you have to make As vulnerable as…
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