Even the Sky cried.

Dimming shades so vibrant turned to grey
my eyes shaded, discerned meaning
felt the crack, felt the sorrow seep in
felt the tears on wet cheeks and watched
as one soldiered onward.

In another life, we were friends.
In another life, we smiled.
In another life, we watched the sun rise for us.

In another life so far away from here and now,
it is I that watches over the mourners for you.
It is I that remains to watch the sun rise for us.

In another life.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

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The Exchange

Thimbles

She pours it out, a thimbles worth.
Exchanging it in equal measure,
how many times can she before
she is measurably not her own
anymore?

She sews bits to bits.
Singing in rhythm of the times,
slips in the needle, out darts a tongue.
Joining that which can not be undone.

“There! That is a piece of me, in him.”
She strokes him above his heart
and leans in to hear his beat.
“His piece is here…” she thumps her chest
right above her heart “in me.”

Once Upon A Time.

Upon the buttress of his heart waved his adopted flag
his tongue sung another
and his soul flew on Latin dreams observant
of the nobility of thought.

A chance meeting crossed their paths,
two strange creatures
diametric opposites, pushing, pulling
according to electric currents
pulsing through the air.

From Eiffel Tower she spied
Icarus plummet to erda.
Merda!
Three thousand plus furlongs à la Mer.
La tragédie est une fosse dans le sol.

Elle pose donc du chocolat et une rose et souffle des bisous.
Ses yeux mouillés.
The Labyrinths reach, far too long.
La libertà è tutt’altro che raggiungibile.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

You inspire me


You inspire me
[to be a better person than I was yesterday]

Yesterday I was a mess.
Goodbyes shattered my skies.
Baby, I thought I was nothing
without you.
But now you’re gone
and here I remain.

From the pain and struggle I find
love flows from me to you.
Maybe we weren’t meant to be.
Baby, time hasn’t been kind to us.

I’m left with memories of us,
the good and the bad.
I smile thinking of your voice
and grin when I recall your happiness.

Baby, maybe we weren’t meant to be.
Don’t be sad now, my love.
Go. Find that special someone.
Make new memories and smiles.
Love someone new and
Baby, maybe time will be kind to you.

You inspire me to be a better person.
One day, I’ll be a better person.
Maybe then, time will be kind to me too.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

What have I done?!


I’ve killed the Muse.
All I’ve got is
feathers and lots of blood.

I’ve killed my heart.
Broken pens spin
oscillating again.

I’ve gone feral,
killing all my darlings
in the dark night of my ink.

None of it matters
in this rain so black,
mad acid attack.

I’ll wear the tar and feathers
and dance the tambourine
leaving tracks across the white
as if to strike
one letter after the other.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

Talisman

A Reminding

Bleakness came round to visit one day
and her hand found a talisman
waiting on a odd store shelf
and with last bits of coins
she purchased her lifesaver.

A Action

Is it foolishness, this grasping of a hope?
Is it a mistake to see a guiding light in the darkness?

In her palm she rolls the bright paper across it.
Inside she knows sweet candy retains
and yet, today,
far more is that her eyes see.

A Planning

Slipping it into her pocket and facing the day;
a bright inner light sourced from whispers
unfettered from the shackles of the past
burst across inner horizons.

In her week moments, caressing the coil in her pocket,
she finds hope; from pain comes wisdom,
from thorns one grows strong,
and the sun does dawn.

There are Lifesavers out there.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

Diogenes

Between the swells and in the calm,
the light of Truth beckons
wayward souls past the rocky crag
to steer past those destructive shores.


©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

Addictions

three weeks

The last phone call,
the last her eyes sought his,
the last inhale of his scent,
the last bit of skin on skin,
three weeks.

Three weeks for her heart to shatter,
for her to cry, scream, beg and plead.
Three weeks to curse the world black.
Three weeks to bleed pain.
Three weeks, three long weeks
of withdrawal.

Three weeks till she can smile
with the sunrise.
Three weeks till she can dream.
Three weeks till she can work
on healing that broken heart.

(so she might as well, scream.)

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM

Stars Uncrossed, Bad Cupid Flight.

I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you.
Damn it! Not the poem I want to write.
Fuck bitterness. Fuck being right.
Something broke and someone wrote.
Love or lust or passion all a toss?
Insanity gone a gimper and obsession quite cross.
Woke one mourning and all washed away.
Unsure if I ever loved you.
I know I said I did, I did, I did.
I screamed my passions, drowned red in ink so bright.
Lit my soul on fire and cried in fright.
Nothing left but ashes now.
All grey and white.
I look at you and feel this nothing,
no, that’s not quite right.
Bemused I am no pain to feel, no passions wain.
The memories there, without a care,
void of tension, pencil marks, faded words
rubbed soft by time and loss.
The flowers wilt in moonlight
and chocolate melts, the card unopened
sitting there.
Mementos of a moment gone,
a time without a care.

©CHRYSAALISSDREAM