Pieces of Gravity

Pretending to be normal helps.

Month: January, 2014

Pretty Pieces

We are fragments of our days before

pieces of ourselves, surviving

pushing onward

Memories living on

in our hearts and souls

Keeping us who we are

without letting go

because our pretty pieces don’t rust

they don’t fade, or runaway

They lay with us

speak in soft whispers

Flickers of light

Internal flames

Reminding us

life doesn’t stop

not when things get rough

and the hands don’t slow for the good ones either

but reach out

sweeping memories into the archives of our hearts

The hands of time

never pausing, never gathering dust

or getting lost in the confines of the dark

We are who we are

pieces and all

on top of the world

learning how to fall

Sunrise Phoenix

She hasn’t changed

but knows she’s not the same

Pieces still linger

before they float away

And somehow the light shines

through mascara framed eyes

while black rivers flow south

one drop

at a time



standing on a ledge

conversing with gravity

holding fate in her hands

Leaning back to move forward

hope aflame in her chest

Embers ignite, awakened in flight

The death of old scars

in a crimson horizon

The night sky burns

cinders of past verve

Hollows of yesterday

flicker away


Tomorrow hasn’t changed

but will never be the same

Pathways opening wide

intertwined, leading out

A new beat, reborn

A worn heart, melted down

Sunrise phoenix

arising from the depths

rearranging her ashes

brushing off death

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